Isn't it interesting how fast life seems to change? Going from complete and utter despair to hope to anger to joy to sorrow. This past week has been amazingly good, but part of me keeps waiting for it all to come crashing down around me. Also while my happiness may seem to know no bounds I feel as if I'm missing something. I'm missing something that makes this joy meaningful. I mean right now it's nice, but what's going to happen tomorrow? I don't know. I can only hope that something meaningful will happen during my life, but who knows if that will ever happen?
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