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now the days alternate between raging angst and (relatively) wise(r) acceptance. either way there is no point spilling my heart out telling you anything. please tell me, where's the sense in that? there is none. we love each other or at least, like, we do, only there are no words that could bring me closer to you. there are none.

well wishes and uninformed optimism are quite similar actually. groundless useless and pointless.

i await the next swing into purposeful denial and fluffy glee