Her face painted perfectly, matted with an airbrushed contour. Slightly tugging at the black dress chosen for tonight. Perhaps tighter than her usual casual style, but she wants the attention. And though she looks like piece drawn by God himself, she feels like a scribble on a page, tossed away. Keeping an eye on the time, everything depends on this. Clicking her heels together, looking anxiously for his arrival. She makes her way home.

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The mind is the limit. So my attempt to blog from 65 days out onwards completely failed.

The Journey One Day at a Time. Trying times call for working on a way not to stress. Lately things have been declining. I was going out, having a great time every weekend; then I lost it this past Saturday. On Sunday, after my breakdown, I realized that I need to reclaim my life and take back my emotions. I need to work on re-routing my energy and not allow all these feelings to build up. How can I get myself out of this thought pattern? November 1, 2016.

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