I don't understand why I can't ever be satisifed, why everything can be wonderful and still, I wouldn't be happy. Maybe I waste too much time trying to be happy, when if I didn't waste so much time I'd be happier to start out with. I don't want to complain, I don't. I feel guilty everytime I do, but I can't stop thinking, you know, I need to
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