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On Being Happy and Being Sad

You guys remember a couple of posts ago when I talked about how utterly crazy I go sometimes if people don’t respond to messages and how kind of ridiculous it is? Apparently I didn’t really get the message then because such absurdities continued leading to a near breakdown a few weeks ago.

And by breakdown, I mean me wandering around my house feeling sad and bitter for a few days. Wearing a dress to try and make myself feel better and taking barefoot walks and sticking flowers in my pockets and still not feeling any better. And when you can’t feel happy having flowers in your pockets, you really need to reevaluate, you know?

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Requited love.

Hi friends. Thanks for coming to my blog today. I’M HAPPY YOU’RE HERE.

(I just like feeling welcome, so I assume you do too.)

In the past few weeks, I’ve had a couple of things I sort of wanted to blog about but didn’t get around to it. Now I have more time, so here we go.

A few weeks ago, I was lying under a tree one day and wondered what my life would be like if I actually believed God loved me.

I realized that there is a big gap between the way I interact with people/the way I think about things generally when I feel confident that people care about me and when I don’t.

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