For the first time in my life, I audibly referred to human beings as dispensible. And I meant it, from the bottom of my heart. I could call them frustrating, but then I'm faced with the times that they bend over backwards just to make someone else feel convenient. I could call them stupid, but I've known the scholars and the readers. I could call them warped, but the dreamers are the most beautiful things alive. So I'll stick with dispensible. Vibrant and capable and challenging and dispensible; my world will continue to revolve.
At the same time, I'm terrified of every single one that dies. They now know something I don't know. Please God, let me be right.
Knowledge is power.
I feel so weak.
I'm dispensible.
That's okay.
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