...Are blending into one another so fast, so abruptly, that it's hard to breathe, difficult to catch on to anything, and almost impossible to keep track of what's happening. But there is joy in the little moments - there is a strange happiness in feeding a stray kitten part of my chicken sandwich, there is a wonderful comfort in sipping hot lemon tea in this weather, and there is bliss in knowing that I have the strength to move forward, come what may.
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Life is a manic-depressive you know :P Sometimes it rushes like the wind and sometimes it moves at a snail's pace
Haha, it's very bipolar!
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