I'm upset with myself. This version of me is foolish, although this isn't someone so far off from my normal self. But I feel like such a fool for you, having foolish thoughts because of you, believing in something that I'm not sure is true. I miss unfoolish me. I am afraid of hoping for you. But I still do hope for you. I can't help it. I'm beginning to see all of what you do to me. Don't stop.
I've had a lovely weekend back. Eventful. I spent it with great people and had a great time. Yesterday was even sunny enough that my roommate and I went outside in the grass and she painted while I stretched out and read. I love my life here.
Today is another beautiful day. Cheers!
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