To be unhappy with oneself is tragic.
A quarter-life crisis, perhaps. Nearing two decades with eyes opened, eyes changed, an individual is meant to solidify. Not so idealistic, for you have seen failure brought on by good intentions. Not so hopeful, for you have been disappointed. Not so invincible, for you have experienced loss.
Friends are nearer and more vital, but fewer. Family no longer defines you. You're more alone than ever. You become independent, out of natural necessity as well as mistrust.
A cat is more than a fuzzy plaything. It is a constant, an embodiment of calm, of unconditional love, of forgiveness and stability.
A feathered bird just hatched from an egg, shivering.
A cat is more than a fuzzy plaything. It is a constant, an embodiment of calm, of unconditional love, of forgiveness and stability.
A feathered bird just hatched from an egg, shivering.
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