Look I’m a man ok so I can’t understand your perspective fully but I’ll at least say my perspective and let you interpret it. I used to believe that I would be happy alone, making my own purpose through my career. The women I met in a BEYOND stressful time in my life and we confined in each other I think we’ve told each other more about how we actually think more than anyone else in our lives. Even the darkest thoughts ngl now I can’t imagine not giving her the life she always wanted.
I’m at Purdue I think you r too? I fuckinh hate my degree ngl but it pays a ridiculous amount I am willing to work till im dead for her to have a better life I don’t give a fuck about me honestly I don’t think I can be happy with the way the world at its core. Idk what message you can even get from this but it’s my perspective and your interpretation
I know I’m saying a lot idc but I used to be EVIL as fuck like legit EVIL but she does things like try to save ducks from the side of road that are dying and care for them till they die and generally be extremely kind despite having I think one of the most traumatic lives. Despite everything she never lost her humanity before I met her I didn’t believe good people were real
I’m sounding unhinged rn I know but whatever I want to talk about it. At first she was strong and acted like nothing affected her till I knew her better and she cried and I had to wipe away her tears and I remember thinking “anyone who sees the world how it is doesn’t escape unscathed huh? Is no one left truly alive?” To me it’s naivety or endless pain