I miss myself. Badly. These days, I feel as if I'm not even in my own skin -- that I'm walking and talking and breathing and humming a familiar tune to the wind, hoping it'd remember and whisper the melody to a plethora of unwanted voices but...it doesn't quite feel like me.
Of rainy days, cloudy skies, fiction, Korean music, pretty boys, agoraphobia, thoughts on paper, and the scent of rain on dry earth.
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