Why I Cried

I've been better.

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Trying to be happy for Olympians while my potential goes to waste.

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I gave up on the one thing that had sustained me. Congratulations, world: you won.

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How long is it going to be the era of suffering?

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Focusing on what I do have fails to change how much I do not.

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My outlook doesn’t affect how awful I feel.

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I used to wonder how bad for how long. Now I wonder why it’s going to stay bad.

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I get so few chances and they all go terribly.

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I am a life customer dissatisfied with my involuntary purchase.

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It’s hard to believe the right things are going to happen when the wrong ones happen so consistently.

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There are too many awful people who come into my life for it to be a coincidence.

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The good things which never seem to arrive must be credited to God. The bad things which are always around are the fault of Satan, a fallen world, or jerks. If you dodged responsibility like this, it’d be a sin.

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This is my 2,000th post. I feel way worse than when I started and life has gotten so much more awful.

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I’d rather it were me sick than anyone happy.

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If you’re the one trying to destroy me, please stop.

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I’m tired of lessons that are supposed to help when the right chances and people come along. It should’ve been good this time.

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I cannot imagine it going on being this horrible.

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The one way to make depressed people enduring agony feel worse is to tell them happiness is a matter of perspective.