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I think it’s so easy to tell when something is fake. I thought not everything natural is better, but when it comes to writing, that ‘natural’ feel is important, it is everything. Or maybe it isn’t exactly natural, maybe it’s the fruit of labor, maybe we don’t see what we’re supposed to see.

Today is hard for me, and it is harder to think that my shortcomings are nothing compared to other people’s, and I often unintentionally compare. Sometimes at times like these I am led to believe that I am simply predisposed to gloom, maybe doomed to be doomed.

But I also know that there is no limit to my high, and I know that this is temporary, that it’s ok, a lot of people don’t get what they want. You’re not supposed to get everything you want. Life is not supposed to be easy.

Because when I look at it, always it’s this kind of moment that wakes me up to my senses. Sometimes it’s too late, but there’s no other way. And I haven’t hit the backspace button (save for a few spelling errors due to slippery, feverish typing) for quite a while so I know it must be true.