Has it always been like this? Beautiful people with beautiful lives are distraught at a lack of conflict. Its as if simplicity is no longer fashionable. My peers live lives of pleasant dissatisfaction, and I am lost to it. Oh to be the happy outcast.
People see a glimps of genuine love and the cringe from it as if it were a shackle. People would rather talk about the horrid path they walk, instead of turning around. People weap about their happy simple lives. Its frankly vulgar.
But I digress, it is better to live happily alone, than dispairingly close to leaches.
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