I had a bad weekend. And yes, I met with my friends, had interesting plans for almost every day but that's not it. I felt so broken during all that, I haven't felt like this for a long time. The amount of time I spent thinking and worrying is crazy; every moment since I woke up until finally, I could make myself fall asleep (wasn't an easy task), I had a heavy, sticky feeling inside. Actually, the moment when you wake up and realize the reality so far is the worst moment of the last days.
I thought a lot, I said it. I was thinking about xxx, what to do, what to learn from it and how to make it better. I was thinking about conversations and feelings, actions and reactions. I was trying to focus on the future, trying to find answers there. I thought about love and how happy I was. Kept remembering this crazy glowing feeling inside even when I cried. I feel confused but still positive...
Sounds like a pretty bad weekend, right?
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