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“To travel is to live.” -Hans Christian Andersen

Too Long Gone
Sunday, August 24, 2014 @ 6:34 PM

&back?

Feelings schmeelings. Sometimes I do wish I could live uncaringly. I have heard multiples times on how I respond to things without feelings. Maybe it comes with age, or rather, me ageing, but I feel like the less I care, the happier I am. It's a close one eye & live happier situation.

Issues, problems, yada yada. I always try to distract myself and put the away. I guess one could say I'm avoiding it. Which I might have to admit that I am. It's just easier that way sometimes.

Act like I don't know. Act like I don't care. Put up all those damned walls and I'll never get hurt.

On another note, I should really not let people back into my life so easily anymore. It gives me a constant headache that I don't appreciate, especially when it's blowing so hot and cold, yet tugs so warmly at my heartstrings.


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