Ahhhhhhh, pandora, you help right now.
Coffee you too. With your, Cinnabon©®-yness. Mm.
Disappointment. It is always a harsh pill. Even when you think you're prepared. You have your backpack ready. Sleeping bag rolled up. Canteen full. Compass? Check. Then out of nowhere, and with no warning whatsoever, a rabid deer shows up and kicks your dog.
World=ended.
OK pandora, you are doing very well. Congrazzles.
I don't even think you all could grasp the gravity of the situation. Sure I'll get over it. But it wasn't just about me. It was a group, combining old friends with new, in a common stance of interest and fun. In the game that I definitely love the most. It is MY game. But no, DDR apparently needs to be in Brevard. Cause goodness knows that area is booming for a dancing game.
I have this little hurt in my chest know. I don't like that. Feels like a lie, like being swindled. I know I have no ownership, I didn't invest that much time for sure, but I felt like a made it known, and hell, it was really known before, and did that change anything? No. Happiness is not always available to us. This curse apparently will continue.
What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, but might open some old wounds in the process.
Sexy, hurting on and on and on again.
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