#424.
Do you ever get those feelings? The ones that kind of just come. And sit. And wait for you to notice them? They sit there, they don't even have to try to make themselves seen because they know you'll eventually see. Eventually, you'll turn around and notice them, and wish you hadn't because all they do is send everything you thought you knew up into flames. Every ounce of contentedness you felt before is reduced to deep ash and you sit wondering why you even turned the fuck around in the first place.


You work around it and finally you're back to where everything seems fine. Only to turn around and once again see that feeling that made you push so hard to be happy in the first place. And then it happens all over again.


I wrote this up like three hours ago but procrastinated finding a picture so fuck it LUL.

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