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I remember he said:
I won't let you get upset
Well, now I'm sorry, so where are you?

I don't know if I didn't have music, tea, and coffee, if I didn't feel good with light, with plants, and with books, if I didn't like rain and snow in autumn and spring, what kind of taste and image would I use as an excuse to be happy in the most empty possible states of my world? I used to do it, and what small happiness I used to hold in my arms to admit to myself that life is still beautiful;

I'm tired, but I promised myself to be strong!

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓁 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈?
𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈
𝐼 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒...

My life in one sentence:
I'm not sad but I'm not even happy.