Fraudulent. Stupid. Foolish. Like I have no right.
Hope...are you serious? I feel like any little ounce of hope I might have is some sort of foolish dream.
Who do I think I am to believe in that nonsense? Haven't I learned my lesson by now?
Guess it's going to take more than cute bedding...
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People come to my blog and say, Erin, I come here all the time, I just never know what to say, so I don't comment. And I think to myself, "Well that's so silly, I don't know why my words would leave you speechless!"
Then I come here and know what they mean.
You do too have the right. You have the right to whatever you feel and whatever you want. Even when it changes.
Yes, it's going to take more than cute bedding. It's going to take time and introspection. And belief that it's not nonsense.
Like R said, I'll have it for you.
Hope floats.
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