When I was very young I noticed a trait in certain humans that confused me as to why they would do certain things…
My reaction to this behavior has always been fairly consistent: I would bewilderingly ask why? What was the gain? You destroyed your relationship with me for what? So little…
Yesterday I read a Dostoyovski quote that pretty much sums it up.
“Your worst sin is that you destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing. “
Perfect.

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so much so … and it’s crazy how so much nothing can really feel like something
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