While walking along the beach this morning I found a little starfish. Having never seen a starfish before I approached it cautiously, let it know I was an unarmed pacifist discontent with my life, just wandering the earth seeking new friends. I told him I usually don’t go near the ocean because it seems unfriendly and impersonal but I really need to meet new people and replace my horrible, useless asshole friends. I asked if i could pick up the starfish and asked what gender it was. The lovable creature responded to none of my questions or statements vocally; just moving its hundreds of little arms-legs up and down in an empathetic manner. I picked it up. Immediately I was stung by its infectious positive attitude and I began to view the past year of my life as a statement…
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a happy story about dreams
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• •For the past few months I’ve had difficulty sleeping through an entire night. Most nights I wake up from nightmares revolving around a few different themes, predominantly suicide, a sense of loss and hopelessness. This may be hard for you to understand as generally my writing is incredibly cheery and heartwarming. A few months ago one of my friends committed suicide. We weren’t that that close but it was one of those cases where you…