O what a horrible miserable person I am. Is it so that I am an unhappy person? Even when more than enough is what I have I want more.
For what If all I want is to be at peace and happy? Perhaps it would be easier to try and make them believe that I am not what I am. At what cost now?
I have family and friends. Why is a good job not enough, nor place, or transport? For me to survive is to thrive, its possible I will never be satisfied.
A paradox perhaps because of these things, I see no real point in pursuing goals that will not make me more complete.
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