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I wonder how long I'm really going to be able to convince myself that I'm not unhappy here. On days like this, with pent-up frustration, anger, and disappointment, it certainly doesn't seem far away.
I should be very glad that Em's here... I just wish there was some foreseeable way to make things better.
I should be very glad that Em's here... I just wish there was some foreseeable way to make things better.
Yet, dear Honga, I know how you feel...I too have fallen into the dank pit of irrational, yet uncontainable pit of despair. I hated the feeling that, logically, I should be happy because, for example, my friends Amber and Jen were visiting, and yet, I did not feel the way I thought I should. Why? Because my brain was stupidly preoccupied with being depressed about some other personal crappola that was going on: for example, the dissatisfaction that I was experiencing in my relationship at the time. Strange parallels, I know, but I was there.
The only solution is to give yourself a foofer....a belly raspberry so heinous that even the gods will giggle. And, if you prove not to be dexterous enough to do so, then a good analysis of what would truly make you smile is well worth it. Remember, it may sound cliche, but life is too fucking short to be unhappy, and by choice (because, after all, it is up to you) for very long. I say make a decision, damn it....the pain will subside and you will be back to you old self in no time.....
....don't believe me, ask the dishes, try the grey stuff, it's delicious...we can sing we can dance, after all, miss, this is France, and the service here is never second best....hehehehehe you know.... the old you!
Love ya, Honga, and I know you'll figure it out. You just have to ball up, as they say in ETown. Now, get to it, would ya!
Hugs, Em
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