I wrote something perfectly already, which I have posted but then I saved it as a DRAFT.
You don't just come and hurt one's feelings, you know... As irrational as I can be, there must be reasons why I'm being that way. You don't know, and you don't have to know why. Suffice you know the surface, but perhaps the surface is being fabricated by the people who surround us.
If you have perfect life, perfect job, perfect family, or whatever perfect thing in your life, well congratulations. I need mine too, as a matter of fact....
Thank you so much. For what? I don't know for what...
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