wish we had booze.

[tailor__made]

My brain suffocates me. There are 36 thousand things going on inside, and there is hardly room for oxygen. Blah!

There is money. Always, always money worry. It seems so petty in my vision of all other things. Though, it is more than dollar signs and debt. It is about the feelings of inadequacy--the dream that I will someday be free from this worry

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[lost_mitt3ns]

You are beautiful and I am speechless. How can you always find the right words? You create such a perfect, wonderful clarity and illumination of seemingly intangible thoughts and worries. You make my heart warm with appreciation for our troubles-- at least we share them; we will never be alone with our darkest of fears. Although we may carry different burdens, and our shoulders may be cut in different patterns from our very own tight straps, our journey is but an amazing adventure. Our wonder for life exceeds any doubts; we are here together, whether by fate or by coincidence. Regardless, I am honored to be struggling next to people so purely true and soulful; my heart is as deep as my love for my friends. And in response to your question: you will always have a sturdy, balanced, peaceful place to lay your head-- just lean on me, Sabrina, Jessica, Melissa, or your Mother.

[tailor__made]

What would this life be without you,my Melanie? I don't ever want to know. I love you so much and you all are my strength, and all I could ever need in the end.