Holy fuck, that was cute.
If that was just existence, it would be so worth it.
The cuteness of raising a young toddler just learning how to to talk and reason for the first time.
Now imagine this beautiful young girl, with infinite potential and infinite joy at her fingertips, as a crackhead in Vancouver at 35 years of age.
We all start out so cute.
And something like life gets in the way.
The fact that time itself corrupts joy is just such a buzzkill.
Do you exercise?
Yeah, but it doesn't help if I don't do it seven days a week.
I exercise 6-7 days a week. 30 minutes on the treadmill in the moring b4 a shower. Everytime i walk in the kitchen i have one of those ddoorframe pull up bars and some abstraps. Lifting i generally just do a couple sets of something or other in a day off and on.
That's not some shit answer on my part tho. If i don't exercise i'm a much unhappier person and i'm not talking you have to do anything major. Just getting your heart rate up a bit or lifting can do wonders.
I appreciate your attitude. I really do.
But I just see the dark side way better than I want to.
You can hack ur shit is what I mean tho. I've gone back on antidepressants for the first time in a while and they're helping for now. A lot of shit has gone wrong lately. I'm actually looking into hallucinogenic therapies atm. I'm nothing if not a headcase myself.
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