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All I think about is what bad thing is coming up, because I really can't remember when what comes next has been good. I've accepted that this is how it goes, and sometimes that acceptance is blissful, but sometimes it's not. They say it can always get worst, and it apparently does; the flavors of salt are almost endless. No, seriously, the next few months will almost certainly cut me down closer to the ground. And the next few after that one. There's barely anything of me left now (my mind is long gone); any spark is just a fault in the system. Obsessive interests can only distract you so much, and if life is basically unbearable in the present, you can't help but look to the future, even if you see that it holds nothing good. A moment of respite? Nothing but the transience of a painkiller that eventually stops working.
A life as a disabled hermit with his ma and magpies as friends and holding steady on that hill till whenever the end is for most people, I'd consider that hitting the best jackpot I can think of, but nah, he just hasn't had it hard enough yet. The list of things that can be taken is getting really short and the pen to write the list of things to gain ran out of ink long ago. This ain't even emo Dill. This is abandon all hope Dill, because there's none for some of us, and that's the lesson life decided to give me.
But, that's all ok, because I can handle it and whatever bad in life comes next--I've already seen the worst that it has to offer, and it's not all that impressive when you break it apart. Which I guess is a lesson I can give others: when you hit the absolute lowest of low, know that that's the hardest life will throw at you (you'll know it when you hit the bottom; there's a point where nothing can get worst); and when you come out the other side, there you are and big deal if it happens again down the line, as you'll come out again all the same. Whatever scars you accumulate are nothing but reminders of how easy it truly is in the end.
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