Why would thinking back to fleeting moments of bliss and joy bring me so much discomfort, outright pain now? Aren’t happy memories meant to be, well, happy?
I feel more miserable when I realize I was happy before. Should I just try to cherish the memories, the few glimpses of happiness I ever had?
The funny thing is, the reason for all of
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Wish I could be around to wish you a happy birthday in person.
I wish they had something like a "drunk-o-gram". Some bum gets wasted, comes over to you, stares at your ass, and says" happy, um, er, birthDAY!.. whoa, I'm so wasted...." [stumbles over]
It would be just like having me there.
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