I just got the most irreplaceable feeling ever.
Today's juju was great. I'm listening to Kings of Leon and Jack Johnson and doing my chemistry homework (WHICH I UNDERSTAND WITHOUT ANYONE SPOON FEEDING TO ME). I'm composing a message back to Elly, but I got this feeling that I couldn't let go by undocumented. Like this feeling of irrevocable calm.
Fucking ironic how everyone around me blows up just as I calm down. This isn't the first time. But I love them. I know that they can get through their hardships. I hope they know I will do everything humanly possible to support them.
In the words of the wise Bobby McFerrin (and Bob Marley), "I give you my phone number, when you're worried, call me, I make you happy. Don't worry, be happy."
Shit goes wrong, but it gets better. You can always plow through it.
I love you, all of you. I love you, everyone who reads this. :)
I always will. (And that's not just influenced by the feelgood music.)
I hope you have a good night.
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The problem is, I've piled up the shit so much that it's all around me and now I have to decide which direction to plow.
Bird by bird. Pick a way to plow, plow one way at a time, then move on to the next.
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