I hate that my life is so close to being just the way I want it to be. Sometimes I forget that it's not, and it hurts even more when I have to remember. My parents are just this close to being the perfect parents; my job is just this close to being the perfect job (and by perfect, I don't mean perfect so much as perfect for me right now). But I
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