3 A.M. Update

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I haven't been this happy in a long time.

Things in my personal life are incredibly raw, and everything is very VERY messy (at least in my head; although, some simple solutions are bringing several of the rent threads in the tapestry back together).

But right here, right now, lying in the dark, cramping (due to my "monthly issue"), hyper enough to jog the streets barefoot, stomach turning because I drank an extremely disgusting, sugary, caffeinated soda three hours ago,

I'm happy. So, so happy.















I don't care what chemicals have collided to make this happen right now. Upswing, temporary relief from the Lord, or just the result of caffine, whatever it is, I'll take it!


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