4:05 p.m. - 02/19/02
the hang in there kitty poster comes to mind.
I can't die. Because the one thing right now that makes me really happy (hint: the first color of the spectrum) is in this world, and even if I can't touch it, I can call and contact and maybe-someday visit it again. So it's silly to think about aborting the whole process now when that would just make what hurts so badly now eternal. Well, maybe not silly - but - countereffective.
I called. And I talked to Stephanie for the first time since I left. STEPHANIE! AHHHHHH! I will certainly ramble about it later. I must ramble about it later. But for the moment, I just wanted to say that I am revived, if somewhat queasy. I am grateful again.
Sometimes I wish that everyone could be in recovery just so they could go there for awhile.
chord
"and for those who try to tell you/ that you never, don't, can't, won't/ flip the script and prove 'em wrong/ believe in yourself/ love, honor, and respect/ and yo! just keep on keepin' on..."
-you gotta believe (lenni's MTV rap from Ghostwriter)
~a revived, if somewhat queasy, happy!dork~
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