One of those days were everything is making me want to cry. Struggling to see the positive stuff right now. I would really love a typewriter. I used to have one when I was little. I remember running my fingers over the keys and the little back to front letters inside in amazement. I never wrote anything much with it but I pretended I to write fluently. Must of been about four.
Also why is it not cool for a child or teenager to read or write or have hobbies? How can it be made so?
...I have a book full of quotes I collected that I have intended to use... maybe..
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