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You consider yourself an optomist, you give people the benefit of the doubt. Yet you only write bullshit on your pointless website when you’re depressed.

It’s a rock and a hard place, a lull and a funk, a unstoppable force and immovable object. Somewhere, sometime, something went terribly wrong in life. Do you look back and figure out where it went wrong and go from there, or do you accept it and make the best of a bad situation.

Nautilus, Hewlett Packard, and Amazon aren’t suitable replacements for lonliness.

You do what it takes to feel normal for a hour, for a minute.

Crying is not the reset button on Nintendo.

What you used to be imprevious to, plauges you. Not caring wasn’t a suitable coping mechansim.

You made a prison, in a prison.

You’re failing more than that test you’re taking.

That refuge you used to seek, it’s been making everything worse this entire time. What a long fall that’ll be. Yet you can’t quit it.

You think about the people in China who don’t have hot meals. The people in Africa who don’t have clean water. The half of the world who don’t know there’s anything beyond what they see, who would love to feel like you do now. It doesn’t help. You give them money. You’re the same person with a smaller bank account.

You think. You worry. Nothing ever goes like you plan it to. It’s futile to think about, yet it’s like Wimbleton in your head, back and forth, back and forth. You run it in your head until you’re satisfied with an outcome. Never happens.

You are Clevland, feeling betrayed with no justifiable reason, unappreciated of those years of loyal service, abonded for a blind selfish desire.

You’re forgetten about and you’re not even dead yet.

You always ignore the flags to avoid being paranoid. Notch optomism.

As long as you value other people’s happiness over your own, you’ll always finish last.

Might as well smile and tell people jokes, a lot of good has done you, asshole.

It all makes sense now.

I did this to myself.