misery loves nothing, thats the point

Goodbye fair friend. Youth in all it’s wisdom took something from the story of forever, again.

If you can find something to love, you are not wholly miserable - you are still head and shoulders above the abject terror that a soul at the bottom of the well feels when the last gasps of anything even vaguely nice have left their lungs and they are left to suffocate in a silence of their own creation.

Isn’t that nice to contemplate while you eat tiramisu and cry after skipping therapy? You can still enjoy this moment before your sugar crashes, so you still have somewhere left to go. Goals they say - goals.