Reply: It hits right at the end of my finest hour. I should be happy at the eve of a personal triumph, but I'm more aware I'm missing someone to share my good fortunes with. My loneliness feels keener than ever.
I could've done nothing at all, and my lot would been just the same. Makes all my work seem to not matter. No one else cares. The voice of the Serpent whispers in my ear:
"My goal was merely a fantasy, the achievement of that goal a disillusionment. Reality dictates that my desires and psychological needs will never be met. Ultimately, my endeavors are all futile."
Welcoming happiness into my heart is a dangerous proposition, because depression threatens to slip in right after.
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