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I’ve had this thing. I get a lot of comments about how sad I look, or about how much more I should smile…

Only, I am never sad or upset in the moments these people need to advice me on my facial expressions. I am simply… inward. It would seem that when I go inward enough, my face loses expression. Or maybe in my case, losing expression means sad-as-fuck.

I don’t know.

What is this photo…? I am tired from work and my eyes are dried out and irritated from the computer and the fan sitting right next to me.

But I like it. I like the expression. I like the pain that seems to be there, even though I am not in pain. I suppose this is a further suggestion that I enjoy the wholeness of my life and my personal experience. I am not scared off by my ugliness. It helps to establish my inner being. It gives my life full voice. Along with happiness and joy. I do sometimes forget to speak aloud about those, but I rarely leave them behind for long. That is why this photo did not make the cut for day one. I wanted something with more pep. Or was that moxie…?