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I want too much.

-A big house
-Lots of flowers
-All my rabbits
-A good job to afford good stuff
-A car that doesn’t break on the fucking freeway every time I visit Madera
-A husband who also has a good job
-A husband who likes sex as much as I do

Fill my feed with space photos.
Make me feel insignificant.
Make me feel like a tiny form of existence.
My “huge” problems sink into the vastness that is the perpetual existence of life in all forms in all galaxies.
Fill me with the comfort that in the grand scheme of things I am nothing and so are my problems.

I just want to have a good job, make enough to have a nice house and have lots of rabbits and flowers.
I’ll do whatever it takes to get that. If I come out doing it alone oh well.

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