Time.

Faith is the art of holding on to things that your reason once accepted, despite your changing moods.
C.S. Lewis

How long has it been since I have even thought of writing my thoughts?

If I could figure out all of my problems, then there would be no need for all this constant time wasted. It appears that I cannot avoid my problems or ignore them, they seem to just continue to hover over me like some kind of looming cloud of distress, waiting for another chance to occupy my thoughts.

At the current moment I do not know how to figure out the things that are bothering me. At times I really wish that my heart and mind weren't connected. They say that it is better to have loved and lost rather than not being in love at all, yet they never said anything about how much it would hurt. I cannot even be near, it is not the same anymore. It will all take time, I hope. It does not help knowing that my "options" are none existent.

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