'It's like when you see a faded wall and cover it with a fresh coat of paint.
It looks good until the new paint starts to peel away, revealing the ugly underside.
That's how I feel.
My life is that faded wall.
There are various reasons as to why that paint peeled away.
Maybe it was laid on too thick.
Maybe the wall wasn't primed.
Maybe the new paint didn't bond with the wall.
Or maybe all three.
But the end result remains the same. The wall is still ugly and the paint still won't stick.
The truth will always be revealed.
It's a fact.'
Nostalgia truly chills me to the bones, even in 22°C weather.
Selfishness makes it ache, and sadness stings worse than a slap to the face.
But it'll pass, right?
I've had a writers block for a while now, and my camera hates me.
I'm missing Canada like crazy, and some of the people in it too.
This is the first Christmas that hasn't felt like Christmas.
It' T-5 days to CDay, and no presents have been bought. No one really feels like going through the motions.
We're all too busy.
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