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bildigim kurtulus metodlarinin islemedigi yerden dugumler kendigilinden cozulup eski yerime dondum. yeniden umutluyum. and i now more clearly see that hope is made of daily, common things; (worries about getting a job, stress of approaching exams, smiles of classmates, new people, dad's call, good news from (about) friends)

subthinking; maybe my obsessions (obsessive worries) are like my tonsils, problematic but protective.

eventhough i keep on being selfish, the light over the good has returned.

'this state, this lazy summer afternoon in the shade, -sweetness- taste of a nap surrounded by the good, familiar and living.'

that everlasting state as a balcony for life.

(everything's transparent for a while, nothing's blocking the other's light.)