its not all that bad.
she likes people who can exist in her conception of the beautiful world. to her, there is nothing but endless bundles of hope, waiting for people to discover. the showers of blessing and joy will eventually come, no matter the draught that plagues us now. and she cant accept people like me. i destroy everything that means anything to her world. me, who don't believe that there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. hell, i dont even believe in rainbows. me, who believes the only knights in shining armours are installation art pieces during Biennale. i cant take back everything i say, because it leaves me with nothing to say at all. she wont accept anything i say, because then she'd have nothing left at all. she must go on making out the world to be a better place, and i must continue ensuring that it isnt.
i cant believe in fairytales.
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