I feel like I think too much. About everything.
Is it too much to ask to not be objectified? Is it too much trouble to be seen for who I am as well as who I was? There's apparently too much work involved in getting to know me.
It hurt. So yes, space was good. But now, now I can't stop thinking.
I wish for a way to make things happy again. Happiness eludes me. I am content and in contentment, burn.
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