As happy as I am right now, I still feel the weirdest hint of pessimism. You ever get that feeling where all you can think is "I just want to go home!", but you're sitting in your living room in the house you've lived in your whole life? Maybe I'm the only one. I guess something might be telling me that I need another path, a new direction. Who knows? I can only hope that I figure it out someday.
Well, enough of being awkward and serious. I'm going to go color with my 96 crayons.
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