Bitter musings or Can I buy you a drink?

I don’t ply people with drinks. Mostly because my goal is not to get you too intoxicated to make rational decisions. My goal seems to be to talk to you, get to know you, then give you a piece of my heart which you will then stomp on. I have infinite pieces, so I’m not going to stop doing it. Rationally, it is profitable for me to be in emotional pain. It gives me something to write. But I’ve written joy as well. Come world, challenge my abilities, send me brightness, send me love. But keep your hope. That bitch hope has much to answer for.

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