From gerta

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i am so fucking sick of complaining about everything! why is it so much easier to see all the 'negative' or uncomfortable shit, and compleatly overlook the parts that make life worth living?

the way i see it human beings are insanely determined, hopeful, creatures. why else would we keep on living?

the past eighteen, make that nineteen, months of my life have consisted of pain, death, loss, and complete heartbreak. but i have managed to push through it all with nothing but diphenhydramine and lots of body modification.

taking into consideration that victor killed himself, gary died as a direct result, and susanne just checked herself into della martin, i'm doing damn good.

i just had to get this out. so, here it is. i hope it helps someone as it has helped me, i think...