Mmmm...the Breakfast Club. Tastes like happy!
I opened myself up enough to let someone read my writing, which wasn't even my best writing, just what I had on me. But they really dug it. It was fucking awsome, getting such a compliment as "there's so much more to you than there seems...everyone wears a mask...but you don't. People just don't look at you hard enough. But when they do, they'll see that you put yourself out in the open, free to be judged. That's really beautiful." They want to put music to some of my poetry, and asked if we could collaborate to write some songs together. I'm wicked excited. It feels good when people not only accept who you really are, but actually like you, love you, and relate to you for it. I'm really getting better, I'm really happy now. Or atleast getting there. I have my family around me, and I'm reuniting with old friends, like Chris and Cheyene and Shawn and Mary, and making new friends, like Sis and Betty and Mike and Micky and Helen. It feels really great. I also woke up this morning to realize that I had off today, which was hot, and only have to go in for a meeting. That is so sweet. And I get paid for it. Until then, I'm going to go crawl into my bed with Matty and curl up and be blissfully happy. That feels the best.