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no one is evil, only unhappy, and unhappiness festers inside like a sore.
kindergartners were a lot like manic-depressives, vacillating between euphoria and despair with terrifying speed.
It’s strange how many ways there are to miss someone. You miss the things they did and who they were, but you also miss who you were to them. The way everything you said and did was beautiful or entertaining or important. How much you mattered.
