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I love feeling satisfied, accomplished, or just over all happy. The feeling rushing through your body as you cook something absolutely delicious. The pride you feel after working out for two hours and feeling the benefits. Hanging out with your friends having the world stop for a moment. I love these feelings, but I do not deserve any of them. Anytime I succeed there's got to be a catch, say I work out a bunch then I have to eat so inturn working out a little more is in order so my body becomes overloaded. Hang out with friends, but still feel disconnected and sad. Achieve a goal but point out every flaw you did getting there. Nothing can be pure pleasure, I do not deserve it so anything that will make me truly happy I ruin just a little bit of it. Because people like me don't deserve the blissful pleasure of pure joy.