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The unfairness of life is so shocking in one point of view, the point of view I sometimes have when things go badly for me, but it's also just so amazingly fantastic when someone good, a good person, finds some happiness to enjoy. That happiness is theirs* and theirs* alone, no matter how much he or she might want to share it with others.
And unhappiness, too. I can't seem to ruin anyone's day by being gloomy. I just make myself look like a fool who can't ever look up.
So I'm looking up and seeing that a lot of my friends think I'm cool, and a lot of them have really good lives ahead of them. I know I'm destined for something incredible, because I have a brain that's incredible as well as a desire to change the world for the better.
*I am honestly so fucking sick of the English language's problems with their/his/her. It's shameful that such rules have to be followed by anyone who wants to be taken seriously. From now on I will not give one single ounce of care over whether I say "their" when referring to a single person of ambiguous gender.
And unhappiness, too. I can't seem to ruin anyone's day by being gloomy. I just make myself look like a fool who can't ever look up.
So I'm looking up and seeing that a lot of my friends think I'm cool, and a lot of them have really good lives ahead of them. I know I'm destined for something incredible, because I have a brain that's incredible as well as a desire to change the world for the better.
*I am honestly so fucking sick of the English language's problems with their/his/her. It's shameful that such rules have to be followed by anyone who wants to be taken seriously. From now on I will not give one single ounce of care over whether I say "their" when referring to a single person of ambiguous gender.