Words are

This is not my week. This is not how I wanted my summer to be. But in less than a week, I leave for an incredible (and incredibly exciting) opportunity, and I have many great friends whom I really love, even if things aren’t that simple all the time. Even if at least one of these friendships is, well, I don’t have words for it right now.

But what good are words, anyway? It’s a strange thought coming from me, seeing as I really love words and to write and to read and so on. But what good are they, if you can’t convey what you mean? Are they enough? Are they too much?



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