
In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my miserable life. People in the forum was right about that. I loved it because I thought it was all I had. I thought misery was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony.
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