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Dealing a Deck

Hey to the hi to hizz house,

How are you fine folks today? I dont know about you but today or even yesterday had made me realisr how much of an utterly rubbish human being I am. Being around friends, family heck in retrospect maybe even a few dramas ive come to a great realisation.

I dont deal with bad events in my life all too well (heck who does?) what i mean is i break down and sadly enough i think i victimise myself aswell as exaggerate the situation. Here I was thinking I am strapped with tools for life when the most important isnt even there! Its good in a way, learning is always good keeps us humble. Not that i need any more reasons to feel inadeqaute, but hey the more the merrier (does that even apply here?)

Its sad i always thought i knew how to deal with everything turns out theres a better way to deal with problems. It goes a little something like this keeping your head held high, not letting it affect you, continuing in your struggle and giving it your all. The biggest thing is learning, learning how to deal with everything. My friend told me learning to deal with problems is a bit like the beginning of our transition into adulthood, therefore adulthood i salute you.

I admire it, you know the way some are so expertly able to deal with things in a way that comes so naturally, i admire that my friends in fact have harder struggles than me but are happier than me. It gives you hope and courage that one day youll be able to be like them.



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