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And if I look around at the reason of why I became like this, I just can't see it. Others have been depressed, except that I let it affect me. Others have flaws, except that I let them affect me.
Yeah, I guess that's the word. Affect. It's natural to be affected by something, but not let it linger there for a while longer and make you bitter to no end. Even though it's not always like that. Life changes you, like it changes everyone, including me, and I'm tired of being in this slump. You do get tired of the same shtick every day, and the same "oh, woe is me!" ad infinitum, trust me, mirror, you do. So, other me, other Paul, the bloke in this glass that's staring at me with half-asleep eyes, should we let go of what's happened, not everything, but most of that trivial shit, and just go try some new things for a change? Like that girl with the great lips, when's the last time you went into a place and asked a girl out? Don't answer that. Let's not think about it, instead, count down the days until it happens. Live your life Paul, even though you think it's too late, live the last bits without being bitter. A smile? Cool. That's better.
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