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10 September 2007
This week is going to be horrible, but there's one thing getting me through it: you. When I'm with you I don't feel stupid or scared or incompetent. I don't feel like anyone's judging me, I don't feel like there's a million things I have to get done, I don't feel like everyone's out to get me. When we're lying there are you're holding me and you kiss my forehead, I feel like maybe there's a chance everything will be just fine. So thank you.
♥ 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