This blog was written out by hand and typed later on.
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Want to write.
Nowhere to write… except good ol’ pen and paper.
Days have such huge ups and downs.
Terrible tantrums and sweetest kisses.
Perfect love making and awful fights.
This is life.
Good weeks and bad weeks. Good years, bad times.
When you look back, do you remember the bad? More than the good?
Things were so terrible for so long. A year of no sleep.
Frustration, anger, exhaustion… all a dim memory now.
Why were we so upset?
We’d do it all over again in a second, take the bad for the good.
It is forever this way.
Yelling, arguing.
Why are we so upset?
This too shall pass.
