The loneliness never leaves, not really. It tends to come and go in periods. I've been feeling it more and more lately. My thoughts have become darker and darker. I'm falling back into old thought patterns. The self-destructive nature of mine reveals itself. As things spiral downwards I become more and more aware of the effects it's having on many different aspects of life.
I feel as though things are running more smoothly now than before. Perhaps I'm seeing the fruits of the seeds I once planted. From my point of view it seems as though the love is growing, but that might just be how I perceive it. Whichever the case it feels good. I have a sense of direction, I think.
What if I were to write a book?
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