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A certain point. After or during a series of unfortuneate events, something inside you, might rob you of your faith. Some people are just not meant for good things.
Good things being... happy things...
So you read about the people in horrible situations. Surely they will make you feel beter about your lesser misfortune.
Apparently, things can get worse. They could have been worse.
Well, maybe not, SO MUCH WORSE, as just different.
Maybe even more similar than you thought.
Now you empathize.
Your feelings get the best of you again. Apparently, feeling still exist.
How much more sorry can you get?
You're sorry for you, for them, for us, for living, for doing, for not doing, for everything....
But apparently, you're not sorry at all.
If you were... sorry about anything... you would have learned to correct the error of your ways.
Surely, you're not sorry at all.
Silly girl.