None of us are really important. At least, I know I'm not. I wasn't supposed to be here and it always feels this way. Nothing I do seems to mean much of anything. I'm a ghost.
But yet, I'm a ghost who can feel alive when I hear music that's over 50 years old. And maybe all of us are important. Maybe many different parts of ourselves are all connected with each other. I'm not sure and I do not have to be, either.
These are just blocks of text intended to help me to take my mind off my latest slip-up and belief that romance exists. It does for others, but not for people like me who are workers and must be available to serve. I wish others could see it this way and the world would be better if people were told not to believe in things that do not exist.
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