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so much of me has been spent going against my own nature. i’ve found myself in situations where, the moment (in theory controlled, sublime) feels awfully empty. and that’s the part no one prepares you for… when everything is designed perfectly, but it’s still not quite right.
there’s a kind of mourning that comes with leaving this and not just for the people or the place, but for the version of yourself that tried (and very hard!) to make it work.
but there’s also a freedom in it. in choosing the scary, the dissonant. in finally understanding that peace isn’t always found in the perfect moments but in the most honest ones
maybe it is as simple as that- if you’re not having fun, just leave!
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