a boy and a girl are sitting together on a bench after a romantic date. “can i kiss you?” the boy says. the girl nods and the boy pulls out black and white face paint and starts putting it on her face. “you’re going to be gene simmons” he whispers.
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Why can't it just be okay. Why? Why do I have to be down here again. I am working on this, all fucking day long. And in the end I feel like this again.
I am sorry that you are experiencing lows. I like your anger towards those lows. Keep the anger. Let it motivate you to climb. You’ll still feel pretty low sometimes, but feeling is better than not feeling. Take care of yourself.