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I always ask myself this question. Why can’t I be happy? People say that happiness is a choice. I choose to be happy. I f*cking choose to be happy! I guess it doesn’t work like that. Well, people say a lot of things. They say that I am in my best years. If this is best then I don’t even wanna know what comes next. I am angry with myself for not being able to enjoy this **** of a life. My my, I never would have imagined this. That someone could **** so much at living.
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
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I always ask myself this question. Why can’t I be happy? People say that happiness is a choice. I choose to be happy. I f*cking choose to be happy! I guess it doesn’t work like that. Well, people say a lot of things. They say that I am in my best years. If this is best then I don’t even wanna know what comes next. I am angry with myself for not being able to enjoy this **** of a life. My my, I never would have imagined this. That someone could **** so much at living.
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
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