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So this is my alternate Batman-esque persona that angsts freely over a text-based medium. So don't mind me for this random bit of OCness.
I understand. I really do. After spending so long repressing my own hopes and desires, being able to express them, and ask for help, and then having that taken away is another piece chipped away. And rebuilt again. My armor, made of dross. It glitters, but it's not really gold. I just have to react. Live to make others happy. That's what I am going to do. It's all I can do to survive. Do that, and what I have to do.
Back to your regularly scheduled programming.
I had a birthday today, and it was wonderful! I am going to have another celebration later, too! I can't wait!
I understand. I really do. After spending so long repressing my own hopes and desires, being able to express them, and ask for help, and then having that taken away is another piece chipped away. And rebuilt again. My armor, made of dross. It glitters, but it's not really gold. I just have to react. Live to make others happy. That's what I am going to do. It's all I can do to survive. Do that, and what I have to do.
Back to your regularly scheduled programming.
I had a birthday today, and it was wonderful! I am going to have another celebration later, too! I can't wait!