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I've come to the conclusion that there is only so much happiness in the world, and it's all used up.
What a nice, little melancholy thought.
I made French Toast for six people this morning...which included the various neighbours.
I think I've also lost faith in the mutual attraction between people. It's never enough. It never works out. There's always something someone wants more. Can't you be happy with what you've got? That you've managed to achieve something as rare as that?
Fuck.
What a nice, little melancholy thought.
I made French Toast for six people this morning...which included the various neighbours.
I think I've also lost faith in the mutual attraction between people. It's never enough. It never works out. There's always something someone wants more. Can't you be happy with what you've got? That you've managed to achieve something as rare as that?
Fuck.