I wonder if good people exist? It must have been my problem that I am such a picky depressing bitch and not a softie. But why live in a way where you are compromising? Sometimes it is difficult to draw the line between being oppressed and being ignorantly difficult.
Am I living the wrong way? Am I creating and stirring up all the trouble for myself? Am I a bad person? Am I not good enough?
2011/04/09
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