I think when they say smile they mean the real thing. Real. Genuine. Smile.
Smile can solve many problems.
I'd reckon it would be safe to assume they are definitely not referring to bitter, forced, pasted smiles.
Anyway. It's a pleasant morning. It's not cold but there's a subtle dry chill in the air. It's annoying and satisfying at the same time.
I feel like having a good hearty breakfast, the kind the makes you happy. But well, I'll end up with just anything that fills the stomach.
Conversations, are missing. Or rather, I miss conversations. Notice these one(two)-liners?
I can't comprehend why, but weekends are hard on me.
Oh well, I must go now and just have something to feed myself. Who knows if I'm depressed or just very hungry. The symptoms may overlap.
Smiles.
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