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i’m fine with how my life turned out i think.

i don’t actually regret anything that happened.

to be alive, to eat ratatouille, to suffer and to grieve, all of it was a privilege of experiencing things.

i said that to a therapist a few years ago but i think i actually believe it now.

even all that time being heartbroken or catatonically anhedonic, i don’t know how else to describe it but to say it was all delicious.

it was all beautiful in its own way.

i had no true enemies, and i had a lot of fun.

“hurry, answer, what of the title?”

true unfortunately, i didn’t feel embarrassed, i thought it was really funny actually. at least i made them cum before my heart gave out. i’ve always aimed to please after all!

[laughter]