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I need a girlfriend

Between the allergies, stress and everything else, my head feels like it's in a game of whack-a-mole and the hammer isn't missing.

Existence is pain. It's pleasure. It's hope. It's the absence of hope. It's light. It's darkness. It's love and hate. It's pain and suffering, but also joy and freedom from hurt. It's yes and it's no, it's acceptance and rejection. Existence is nothing if not a twisted paradoxical projection of everything and nothing all at once. It's a myriad burrito 🌯 of everything and everyone and nothing and no one. Existence is what you perceive, but also what everyone else perceives too. It's control, but also lack of it. Existence makes me wanna tear my graying hair out at 25 years old, but it also makes me yearn for better things and see the beauty in all of it too. Fuck. I'm rambling. Existence is weird.

For the people who love too strongly, too deeply, and too completely, your efforts are seen. Your heart deserves the same amount of love that it gives to others. Everything you have given in the pursuit of goodness to the ones your heart aches for deserves to be given back a hundred fold. Your love is seen. It's heard. It's recognized, and it's valued. Don't let your light go out due to other's mistreatment of what they don't know how to handle. Keep on keeping on, because eventually, what you give will be returned.