full of setbacks, fuck ups, and sometimes you just feel defeated.
Don't you worry, pet, the worst is yet to come.
If we had it all figured out, why would we be alive? conscious?
Although I find myself struggling with my general affect and tendencies and personality traits,
i embrace the fact that I am, indeed, alive.
I love it when I feel alone, it only means that I'll sincerely enjoy company.
I love it when someone's angry with me, it allows me to exercise my cunning, charm, and linguistic skills and possibly learn some!
I feel, therefore, I am alive, therefore, I get to love another day.
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