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The last couple of weeks have been a mixture of the horrible and the very good. Going to Miami was one of the best decisions I could have made, despite having $20 to my name when I left, and despite the backlash which occured upon my return. I'm going back mid-December, finances allowing. I have another trip tentatively planned, but I'm scared to even think about it lest my plans dissolve. It is pretty fucking exciting.
I'm not drinking as much,
I'm not smoking as much,
and I am happy.
But then I'm usually quite happy. I just have a funny way of showing it sometimes.
I'm not drinking as much,
I'm not smoking as much,
and I am happy.
But then I'm usually quite happy. I just have a funny way of showing it sometimes.