I feel some people who have passed on loved me more, and my cat is good and true, and some people I see on a more frequent basis give me hope for humanity.
Because this year was the year a bunch of people had to let their mean and unwell skeletons of miserable insecurity and fear out of the closet, I guess. And it was bad. It felt incredibly painful to know they were choosing to be so untrustworthy.
People need help and healing and they could get better. But they are on their own timelines.
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