i don't think everything happens for a reason.
my friends didn't die for a reason.
i didn't overdose and almost lose my life for a reason.
i wasn't abused for a reason.
sometimes shitty things happen for no greater purpose. it sucks, but why should we be unrealistic and lie to ourselves?
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