Dear Diary,

I've just been feeling alittle unrest and in the calm of my thoughts just thought... There are always different  seasons. But within each season there's a period of switching on and turning off that comes with such a vague and void personification to it. The emotions of change and a new are so strong and yet so complexed that you have no outward reactions at all, yet on the inside your mind couldn't  be moving anymore faster. In these moments I do find myself wanting to be in isolation just because of how everything inside feels, looks, and the absorbtion of everything that I need.  I wonder what this time in one's  life is called? Whatever it is it's intriguing but it's awareness is a bit... I can't  even find the words.  Anyone else ever felt this before in their seasons?

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