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Misery and joy both love company.  


Misery feeds, joy serves.  


Pessimism is opinion, reality, and true.

Positivity is opinion, reality, and true.


I want to be the joy that shuts misery up because we’re both right.


Misery’s point (“I’m so tiiiiired,” “I don’t want to be here”) sounds like a waste of breath when Joy comes back with “But we get to make things today!”                            because it is


I’m stressed too, I know life is hard, and I really don’t want to redo the whole silk shirt with a binding.  I can relate and sympathize with Misery, but we can’t be friends.