When you wish doors wouldn’t open anymore…

There are personal records you wished you wouldn’t have achieved, like being abandoned several times in four weeks by people you love, the amount of ice cream consumed in these 30 days or an invisible number of tissues coming out of a box with grey and pink flowers on.
When I say I am difficult they don’t believe me. They underestimate my curiosity, my passion, visions.

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