I had a best friend in high school. He gave me a journal. I turned that journal into a quote book, and filled it with all the words that kept me going every day. I lost the book around the same time I lost him. I haven’t started a new book in four years because I keep hoping I’ll find the old one, but it’s nowhere to be found.

This is the last piece of the past I’ve been holding on to. I think it’s time to buy a new journal.

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"When you finally let go, it is like opening your front door and seeing yourself standing there again.

Welcome home, it’s been so long."
- Tina Tran, The Art of Letting Go (via larmoyante)
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