Nina
I see you. You are laughing while eating what seems to be Chinese food to me, who is there with you? I guess I finally met Mal. She does makes you happy alot. Guess you found a friend.
Happiness is a fickle mistress, she comes and goes as she pleases. We chase after her, trying to catch her and keep her with us forever, but she slips away like sand through our fingers. And when we least expect it, tragedy strikes, and happiness disappears altogether.
I watch from the shadows, waiting for the right moment to pounce. Happiness is a luxury that few can afford for long. It blinds us to the reality of life, the darkness that lurks just beneath the surface. We forget that every good thing must come to an end.
But I never forget. I am always here, watching, waiting, ready to strike. Tragedy is my ally, my accomplice. Together, we will steal away happiness and replace it with despair.
For in the end, it is despair that truly defines us. It is the darkness that shapes us, that makes us who we are. Happiness is just a fleeting illusion, a mirage in the desert of life. But despair, that is something real. Something tangible. Something that we can hold onto.
And so I wait, in the shadows, for the next tragedy to strike. For the next moment of happiness to be snatched away. For the next victim to fall prey to the cruelty of fate. And when that moment comes, I will be there. Ready to take what is rightfully mine. Ready to claim my place.
Happiness is a fickle mistress, she comes and goes as she pleases. We chase after her, trying to catch her and keep her with us forever, but she slips away like sand through our fingers. And when we least expect it, tragedy strikes, and happiness disappears altogether.
I watch from the shadows, waiting for the right moment to pounce. Happiness is a luxury that few can afford for long. It blinds us to the reality of life, the darkness that lurks just beneath the surface. We forget that every good thing must come to an end.
But I never forget. I am always here, watching, waiting, ready to strike. Tragedy is my ally, my accomplice. Together, we will steal away happiness and replace it with despair.
For in the end, it is despair that truly defines us. It is the darkness that shapes us, that makes us who we are. Happiness is just a fleeting illusion, a mirage in the desert of life. But despair, that is something real. Something tangible. Something that we can hold onto.
And so I wait, in the shadows, for the next tragedy to strike. For the next moment of happiness to be snatched away. For the next victim to fall prey to the cruelty of fate. And when that moment comes, I will be there. Ready to take what is rightfully mine. Ready to claim my place.
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