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The Stupids Have a Ball (Sandpiper): Harry G. Allard Jr., James Marshall: 0046442361699: Amazon.com: Books

The Stupids Have a Ball (Sandpiper): Harry G. Allard Jr., James Marshall: 0046442361699: Amazon.com: Books

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i give myself all this pain, thinking i deserve it, i dont know why i do that, it's just who i am

Write down something that made you happy every day for a yer, then open the jar and read about all the amazing things that happened. ☆.。.:* (You may smile at things you've forgotten made you happy.)

gratitude happiness jar - write down one happy thing every day for a year, then read them all at the end of the year!

I hate getting flashbacks from things I don't want to remember.  #depression

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Those night when u gry for no reason or stupid reasons...I knw something's broken

"It's in these moments of tender and ridiculous nostalgia that I know something inside me is still broken.

Boredom. one of the best of monty python


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Casual reminder that Jean Valjean tried so hard as mayor that he actually read the entire municipal code of law to the extent that he could quote it from memory in an argument with Javert

Just a casual reminder about Jean Valjean. << Reason number 24601 why Valjean is my hero.

Ain’t that the truth. Its hard to move on when your mind keeps reviewing the events you are trying to move from. That lost love, the missed chance. It’s not even like you have to see her happy with another to know you are not happy without her.  You can try to say “she wasn’t perfect." But you don’t believe it. You can try to say “it wouldn’t have worked." But you wanted to try.  Stupid brain, always thinking stuff...

When the place you live in is riddled with memories of that person, how do you stop? Where do you run to get away from the endless onslaught of thoughts about what you had but lost?