Mood Diary

 My heart is aching.

Another day will mark a year. Three hundred-odd days, neither long nor short, have passed.

Everything that should have happened, shouldn't have happened,

could have happened, and couldn't have happened has occurred . I'm not the type to explain things ; I always thought they would understand, but I always overestimated myself. Who says everyone should understand that unspoken understanding?

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