Today, my mom and I were talking about creamation. I told her that when I die I don't know where I want my ashes to be scattered. Usually people want it to be somewhere where they were really happy; but I can't think of anywhere that I have actually been happy. I mean that I have been content, but I don't feel that I have been truly happy. Maybe, my standards for being happy are too high. When I think back on my life I can't remember any thing good about it. All that i can think of are embarassing things that have happened to me.
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