Do you ever wish you were a different version of yourself? Someone who chooses wisely the first time, who doesn't have tendencies toward depression and futility and character assassination?
Do you sometimes have to really squint to find the grace that wends its way through your messy humanity?
Because I suspect, on occasion, that everyone else is at a party for people who've got it together, and I'm the lone soul stuck at home, uninvited, rearranging my faults.
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