Today again after more than a year, he looks into those eyes. With awe and admiration, and with such love that was not meant to be. She smiles back a little with those searching eyes, unknowingly disturbing. His resolutions tumbled and hope flared again.

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I'm tired of the energy where I jump around because it is too depressing to walk. I see that it amuses you, but I wonder if you would ever realize that it is just a cover up for what i actually feel. I am scared of the steep down so i just hop a bit higher. I wonder if I do this to keep myself happy or the others around me. I haven't figured it out yet. Almost everything is too loud sometimes and I take a breath and fake a smile. The scary part is that I'm becoming good at it. I would prefer my corner any day without the need to explain to the overcritical everyone who read two lines in the one that i say.

I'm tired now. So i will take a break. I won't start that conversation with you. I want to become as aware of my words as I am of myself.  For at least sometime I should stop the animation because I don't really feel it.