It's 1 am and I am smiling like a fool. I am so happy and excited and ready for the next few days and what they might bring.
I'm anxious though--and I feel guilty. Guilty for myself because I keep telling myself that it won't work and it will be like every. single. other. time.
Why is it so wrong to just be happy and hopeful that this time could be different? Why have I trained myself to expect the worse?
I just need a moment to make me believe that I deserve this feeling and that maybe it will last.
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