What the fuck are you complaining about?

Your mother gives a shit about you. You have friends who gives a fuck about you. You don't have to starve. You are not fat. You can go out at night. You're one of the shiny happy people.

So what the fuck are you complaining about?



Life has been... mellow. Fuck, I haven't complained. I've said nothing to you. Shiny happy people are too shiny and pretty to be serious about fucking life anyway.

An angel descended today. Even now it has been so surreal. I planned a suicide for future use. Then it was like a sign. I was happy because this stranger made me so happy. Hello stranger, do I think you are who you are? Hello stranger, are you really...? Hello stranger, I wish I could see you again. Hello stranger, you don't know how much you have done today. Hello stranger, I think I love you.

Oh, I am so smitten.

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