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After extreme venting/spending time with people important to me, the funk I've been in has lifted somewhat. Stupid juice has helped too *whiskey for the unenlightened*. I've realized that as fucked as the society we live in may be, don't give up, don't let the fucks of the world grind you to their level. Too many people let the shit pile onto their shoulders, thinking "I'm only one person, there's no point." Well, I may be one person, but the resolve has come back. I WILL NOT allow this shit to kill me. Repair work on myself will exist, but I won't forsake the people important to me for such.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to window shop for a new valiant steed. Maybe something in grey, with black mane.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to window shop for a new valiant steed. Maybe something in grey, with black mane.