I don't get it. I don't see why existence can't just be a perfect picture of beauty, fun, growth, and all the positive shit we love about being alive. I hate the feeling that I'd rather be somewhere else. Why must we go through this?
Warning: Much of this story is written while terribly drunk. Proceed with caution.
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It's 100% okay for people to be upset. Sometimes doing things that you have to do for your own sanity will make other people angry, or sad, and that's okay.