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No words in the English language have a meaning deep or wide enough to contain the gigantic appreciation I have for cloudy days.
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I figured out why I always go through the same cycle of being extremely happy and then getting depressed. Every time life is good, it's better than it was before. It reaches such a high level of extreme happiness, compared to where I was before, that when the circumstances that created it retreat I am left feeling worse. Life gets so much better every time that I hate living any other way. Makes sense, right?
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I figured out why I always go through the same cycle of being extremely happy and then getting depressed. Every time life is good, it's better than it was before. It reaches such a high level of extreme happiness, compared to where I was before, that when the circumstances that created it retreat I am left feeling worse. Life gets so much better every time that I hate living any other way. Makes sense, right?