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My life sucks, and I wish I could learn to be happy about anything ever.
Or, I'd just like to move into a cabin, all alone. Grow my beard, write my manifesto and die without ever letting anyone read it.
But, I feel like that's already happening.
Or, I'd just like to move into a cabin, all alone. Grow my beard, write my manifesto and die without ever letting anyone read it.
But, I feel like that's already happening.