I love her, I truly do. I wonder if I was put here to suffer or to enjoy myself, or was there ever a higher meaning? I doubt it. Children are produced for their parents, not for their own good. Noone ever asked to be born, we all just find ourselves put to existance and having to deal with it. Can we hold our parents responsible when everything goes down the drain, or do we owe them a debt of gratuity for giving us the gift of life?
I'd give a lot to avoid having to experience some of the shit I've been through, but I'd also give a lot to make sure I could be where I am right now. Maybe it just all evens out, maybe I've already paid for my happiness in tears, agony and despair?
I love her so much.
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