tbh, I'm suffering. I'm coping. better than ever before in my life. still doesn't feel good. still distracting. I guess that's the point. I'm Harrison Bergeron in someone's story, or at least they're dedicated to trying to make it true.
I fall asleep and wake up with the same thoughts pressing on my mind. just a slow drip.
you might think "just stay away from your stalker," but that's the thing, *she keeps finding people to help her*. literally everyone is just a potential extension of my stalker.
it will be a visible reminder to future generations what humanity is capable of. it would affirm and inspire them to pursue space exploration even if tech is lost, because they would know it must be possible.
y'know, every time you shit on people for having been victimized/unlucky/unsuccessful, you're subtly depleting your hope and increasing despair, because the more you act like this towards others the more you would expect it from others towards yourself.