I got on here intending to say that I don’t know how I’m going to post for a while, since my posts are only any good when I’m sad, but that’s kind of completely pointless and a lie besides. See, I’m quiet happy right now, the kind of happy that is secure in itself and has come to terms with its own intransigence. Everything’s just going to be okay, and that’s wonderful. I think this is called self-confidence or something. All it takes is one morning where you wake up just knowing you can handle whatever today’s going to throw at you because you know who you are and how to be him.
So anyway, if you’re miserable, you’d get pissed at me for telling you things get better and you’d know I was insincere if I said I sympathized. Being brutally honest, human nature dictates that I don’t sympathize, because I no longer understand you. Sure, I remember what it was like, but I can only view those memories through a filter that dampens the pain. I know it sucks, but I can’t sympathize.
It’s okay though, because things get better.
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