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i love how often it rains in november. it's one of the very few aspects of my local weather that remains consistent — as soon as the clock hits november 1st, it starts to rain.
it makes me think of her. i miss the old times. i wish i'd done more while we still could. we could do very little then but it was still something. i was so afraid and now it is even worse. sometimes i feel like just giving it all up.
i don't want this to be a sad entry. as long as it rains in november, i'll be happy.
it will pass. i need to believe that one way or another, this will pass
it makes me think of her. i miss the old times. i wish i'd done more while we still could. we could do very little then but it was still something. i was so afraid and now it is even worse. sometimes i feel like just giving it all up.
i don't want this to be a sad entry. as long as it rains in november, i'll be happy.
it will pass. i need to believe that one way or another, this will pass
