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This weekend should have been a fucking disaster. The odds were stacked against me and starting to sway, ready to bury me once again. But sometimes you've just got to say "fuck it," steel your spine, and go.
I went.
There's probably a lot that's wrong in my life. I doubt I'm the best person I could be or in the best place I could be. I'm fucking up every single day. Sometimes I think I'm pretty miserable. But if I can spend 20 hours in a car over two days, not knowing where the hell I am or whether I'm going to live or die or fuck myself up, and everything's weird and confusing and going wrong one thing after the next, and I come out of it smiling and singing and in love with the world....I'm alright. I'm gonna be alright.
I went.
There's probably a lot that's wrong in my life. I doubt I'm the best person I could be or in the best place I could be. I'm fucking up every single day. Sometimes I think I'm pretty miserable. But if I can spend 20 hours in a car over two days, not knowing where the hell I am or whether I'm going to live or die or fuck myself up, and everything's weird and confusing and going wrong one thing after the next, and I come out of it smiling and singing and in love with the world....I'm alright. I'm gonna be alright.