I treat each day as a gift, one that an out of touch relative gave me that I didn't want, and I act as if I appreciate it just to be polite with such obvious disdain anyone can see through it. At the end of the day I put it on a shelf in the closet and forget about it, later to discover it and look back with nostalgia, because no matter what a ♥♥♥♥♥♥ gift today is, the gift of tomorrow will be worse.
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