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I Love My Mom. And This Time, I Told Her I Loved Her. And She Told Me She Loved Me, Too. And Things Were Okay For A Little While.

On Friday Night, I Was Reading My New Book, But My Brain Got Tired, So I Decided To Watch Some Television Instead.

I Have Decided That Maybe I Want To Write When I Grow Up. I Just Don't Know What I Would Write.

Nobody Felt Sad As Long As We Could Postpone Tomorrow With More Nostalgia.

It's Great That You Can Listen And Be A Shoulder To Someone, But What About When Someone Doesn't Need A Shoulder? What If They Need The Arms Or Something Like That? You Can't Just Sit There And Put Everybody's Lives Ahead Of Yours And Think That Counts As Love. You Just Can't. You Have To Do Things.