Sometimes I find myself really sad because I haven't been really sad for a while.
Sometimes I write because I want to be read, not understood.
Sometimes I paint because I want to paint.
Sometimes I find myself really sad because I haven't been really sad for a while.
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Sometimes I feast on pessimism, grief and sadness.
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I felt sad for the short-lived happiness I once had. I felt happy for being able to call that happiness.
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This morning, I took a short trip to Notre Dame with a doodle on a random piece of paper. Had dumplings with a little bit of kimchi. Poured myself a nice glass of sake and made a wish on the first day of lunar new year. No relatives, no parents, no Traditions, no role-plays. Just me and some air. I call that optimism.
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