From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone
im looking forward to the weekend because i know it’ll be so much fun, but im already anxious for how guilty im gonna feel for being happy
