I am afraid that, once saying it out, it will become a curse, or at least a trap for my thinking.
Admittedly she is smart and cool, she read this world through (right or maybe wrong).
The fear, the unspoken pain, the unacceptable love, the complicate things...
I want to die, but I also have a strong ability to live well.
I want to raise a dog, but do not know how to take care.
so life is dull despair, I hate myself... really hate...
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