Until recently, I was living in a fantasy. A fantasy which allowed me to believe whatever I wanted to believe, whether it was true or not. I deceived myself into thinking that what was important in life was my own happiness. Happiness was the goal. Everything I strived for was with that purpose in mind: To make myself happy. For years I thought happiness was about feeling special, loved, successful …
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