Memory of Heartbreak, Memory of Happiness

It goes without saying that so much has happened. I didn't want to continue using this blog, but, as pathetic as it may be, I need it. I remember when I was little, I hardly had anyone to share my thoughts with, so I developed using a diary or journal at a very young age. I'm the type of person who needs to release my thoughts, I suppose – whether it's the writer in me, or the analyst, or both, I

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