I guess I could be pretty pissed-off about what happened to me, but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel it all at once, and it's too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst, and then I remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain, and then I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea of what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry, you will someday.
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