I'm a weird person. You know how most people have their "off" days? Well, sometimes I get "on" days, and it feels: Great. Amazing. Unbelievable.
But mostly, it feels: Pure. Very genuine, and just nice all over. I guess having so many depressing days make you forget about the good things. What good things? I'm happy for no reason.
I make no sense, but I don't have to.
I'm happy.
But, who knows, it could be the weather.







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"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever" John Keats
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la vie est une cerise..
la mort est un noyau..
l'amour un cerisier.
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