Thursday, July 4, 2019

July


Every time I thought I found a new threshold for tolerating disappointment, the world manages to break it.

Oh God, Why.

Why, Diary?

There is so little good & too much disappointment. It's all just so... disappointing. It's too disappointing. I live the word. I feel it every minute of every day. Who shares my concern.

I want to accept new things.

There are no new things to accept.

Or.

There are no acceptable new things.

But still. right now it's

There are no new things to accept.

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