Why does it seem like life is always a decision between two sides...
Will I live at the seaside or the city?
Will I have children or not? and when?
Will I take this job or that?
Will I have a quiet simple life or a glamourous busy one?
Why does it seem to be so hard?
I want to be on the inside of the window, on the outside of the window, and perched on the damn sill.
Is that possible?
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