Nov 12, 2006 10:09
someday. everything will be ok. because i will make it ok. because i can.
if it finally takes a drunken sobbing night to figure this kind of shit out, then god damnit let me drink and sob some more. but i'm pretty sure that i'm good for now.
my make up is smudged all over my face. my eyes are swollen from crying so much. my legs are still sore from lunges. my mouth tastes of stale cigarettes that i smoked too many of. my shoulders are tense. the room looks like a crack den. there is a mess everywhere. my neck is sore from sleeping on the futon.
and yet i've never felt so ready and prepared to tackle life.
i love you guys more than you can ever imagine.
love you.
and thank you.