I was... quite sad, when I did this. But my brain, while being sad, wanted me to be happy, so it painted me in a very pretty place, that I wouldn't mind being in. A part of me kind of relished in the discrepancy, in a slightly masochistic way. Kind of like that feeling when you know you should have been punished for a lot of things for a long time, and felt guilty for it, and when the blow finally comes, it hurts like hell... but... you're glad it happened, 'cause it was kind of deserved.
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