It's always the same: me happy for a limited time because it always turns the other way around.
Rehearsal with Charly that ends at 9, and a date that starts at 9 (yeah, you heard right: a date, nice gal, afraid of cats, let see what happens). Seems nice, I'm just scared that I'll turn it all around again.
That last sentence was a typo, a big one... supposed to say 'I'm just scared that it'll turn all around again', but that's the way it came out. Interesting, isn't it? Very Freudian in my point of view...
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