Public holidays lose their thrill and magic with each year. It could have been any other day, except I woke up to a cold morning way too early. Today was also one of those days that I just wanted to be, anywhere but here. But then again, I don't even know what here refers to.
Being single means I only have one life to live and think for. I want to live for me, but that me is again inextricably tied to the very thing I want to be independent from. Everything is right except me.
I have no good reply to anything.
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