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Cane. Sugar cane. Sugar. I love it. Rotting teeth. Futility. I never knew adulthood would be so much, what is the purpose of life? Thought I had it all figured out as a teenager, oh NO I would never be one of those Christians who lost faith. Oh hey, hi! I'm an atheist! I usually have hope in humanity, in our ability to be good, do good, but some days it's harder than others. We kind of suck, too. My other blog is called Fucked Up and Wonderful because that's what life is. I'm overall a hopeful, positive person, but some days are harder. Cane? Candy cane. Back to sugar. Cane. Walking with a cane. Hunched, hooped, bent. Old. Futility. Back to that. Whenever I think about futility, I think about Jane Goodall and hope. I think maybe she wrote a book about hope, and I keep thinking I should get it from the library. But I have two books checked out from the library right now, and another on hold, and I'm barely reading them. I'm a fiction girl at heart, and they're all non-fiction. LAME. I was thinking about reading earlier. My first true love.
