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puberty.
*06.14.04* @ *9:35 p.m.*
whenever i try to write in here, i end up deleting whatever it is. i guess it's because i hit writer's puberty and my voice changed.
i'm not quite so somber. i'm not so angry. i still love to fall in drunk love, but i know what really matters now.
i'm happier now, and unfortunately, until i stop finding cracks in my voice, my writing is going to have to suffer.