Life is a huge fucking disappointment. It's fucking undeniable. The things people will say, to disprove this fact are meaningless to me. They'll say, it's not because you appreciate having felt the things you do. I don't. They'll say, it's not because life is worth living because it's "good." and "happy." Listen, life is "good" because of a chemical in your brain that makes you act - innate, restful, energetic, and giving. Happiness can only be described to someone through the objective symptoms you can present. Not by the subjective.
I can't remember what I wrote, my internet cut out and I couldn't save the page. I wrote this this morning.
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