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28 September 2006

♥ yes, but what does it all mean?

There are so many people in the world. There are so many opportunities, there are so many possibilities, there are so many chances.

And I have absolutely no idea where to look.

I am weak. I am petty. I am selfish. I am everything I hate.

But, in the long run, who else have I got? I have no choice but to be there for myself.

Then again, there are a few. There are some people you can always trust. These are the friends who call you when they've seen you looking sad, who remind you of how many days until your birthday, who grab your hand and pull you away from whatever makes you saddest, who tell you to buck up when you just won't let it go. These are the friends who never walk away from you, who always keep their promises, who will love you no matter what.

I don't know what I'm doing, but I know plenty of things not to do. I don't know what I want to do with my life, but I know a few things that I'm not going to do. I don't know who I am, but I know a lot of things that I'm not.

With a little luck and a few great friends, I think I might be able to make it through this year after all.

♥ the best is yet to be.
9/28/2006

♥ yours truly. ;

    "And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." --Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

♥ Thank you

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