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xxviii

The more you convince yourself that you're fine, the more you realize you're not. Because why does being okay needs convincing? Isn't it something you should just. . . feel? That sense of euphoria. That cozy feeling of needing not to worry about anything. That comfort. That peace.

And the more we convince ourselves that we have all that, the more we realize that all of it are actually far from our reach.

xviii: “faux”