These days, whenever I catch myself thinking, “My gosh, why do I even try? These girls are so much prettier than I am”, I find myself saying aloud, “It’s okay. Someone loves me for something else anyway.”

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance
to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
-'Drops Of Jupiter', Train

on another note, analyzing historical documents kinda makes me happy.
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