We're all wounded. We carry our wounds around with us through life and eventually they kill us. Things happen that leave a mark in space, in time. In us.
Well, isn't it comforting to know that being miserable is still better than being an idiot?
"I spent my whole life being scared. Scared of not being ready, of not being right or not being who I should be. And where did it take me?",
"It's all hard, we just make different choices"
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