Happy New Year
this isn't really a greeting

Well... for all my so-called control, worrying, adapted cool exterior, indecisiveness, secrecy, tug-0-war reasonings, clinical denial, calculated vague indifference, and predictive analytical abilities, I was right about one thing. Happy people do not write. They just walk around the supermarket aimlessly for about an hour, ending up with just a milk carton in hand, eyeing a pack of strawberries suspiciously on the way out from the counter.

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"...love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other." - Han Suyin