stop and think about it for a minute. We Never truly know exactly when. no matter how long you patiently wait and how wise you think you may be you'll never know exactly when the last one strikes until it happens on its own time
I'm standing at the crossroads of skepticism and curiosity, fully aware of the so-called wonders of journaling, yet I'm not entirely sold on the idea. It's like being told to eat your veggies as a kid – you know they're good for you, but you'd rather have ice cream. Now, I'm about to embark on this journey, a sort of expedition into the wilds of my own mind, as I grapple with the ever-twisting, turning paths of borderline personality disorder.
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