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It's 1051 on tuesday night... Lauren and Sierra are fast asleep, I cleaned the apartment as quickly as I could because Wyatt/Adrian are supposedly sleeping here tonight. Now I'm drinking and designing... Listening to music and feeling pretty good. It's funny when I'm home, in a place I like I feel better. I really love this apartment, the people who live in it, its not perfect but it's home. My gigantic "To-Do" list feels more manageable and ok. I should feel happy I even have a fucking To-DO list a lot of people have a "what the fuck should I do" list ya know? As bad as things are right now, they are my fault, but as bad as things are - they could be a lot worse. And as bad as things are I feel lucky. I have a beautiful daughter, a good job, im close to having a *useless* degree and a beautiful girl who forgives me for all my fucking stupidty and mistakes. I made these mistakes about a hundred times before, but she still lays with me at night. I should thank my lucky fucking stars someone cares enough about me to let that happen. Whenever I wake up and Sierra is beside me snoring quietly I don't only thank God for her, but I thank god for her too. I'm lucky. It might not feel like it right now, but it;s true. No matter what happens in the future, right now is pretty okay. Thank you.
I love you.
Goodnight.
I love you.
Goodnight.