My friend sent me this photo today.
This is me. Last night.
I am so disconnected to who I am when I’m happy. It’s like a dream, every time.
Less than 24 hours later and I’m already nostalgic.
I wish I was more like her; me, yesterday, everyday.
Someday.

My friend sent me this photo today.

This is me. Last night.

I am so disconnected to who I am when I’m happy. It’s like a dream, every time.

Less than 24 hours later and I’m already nostalgic.

I wish I was more like her; me, yesterday, everyday.

Someday.

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