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Today was nice.
Willy and Jeremiah got along.
I accepted a compliment without biting his head off like I normally would.
I was thinking today and realized what a goober I have been.
How weak I have been.
I CAN be pretty, and I CAN be happy.
I don't HAVE to be afraid, any more. Not of my mother or guys or of what others think of me.
I just hope that this isn't just one of my of-so-often manic spells.
That would totally suck.
Got a new pic. Look, I'm happy!!!
Willy and Jeremiah got along.
I accepted a compliment without biting his head off like I normally would.
I was thinking today and realized what a goober I have been.
How weak I have been.
I CAN be pretty, and I CAN be happy.
I don't HAVE to be afraid, any more. Not of my mother or guys or of what others think of me.
I just hope that this isn't just one of my of-so-often manic spells.
That would totally suck.
Got a new pic. Look, I'm happy!!!