12-04-07
it's the same, deep-seated anxiety every december. a month when one can become unexplainably sentimental. and everyday is hanging-on day, because the people and opportunities are just too good to pass up, and you want to cling to them forever. it's only during this cold, forsaken month that you actually live FOR THE DAY, and you don't care much for the future, because the only thing that matters is that you're happy NOW. no reservations, just LIFE in its purest sense.
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