Dear Diary,

Thank you for stuffy and clear heads. For coffee. For freedom. Thank you for communication, and sound, and dischord. Thank you for holidays, and for hormones. Thank you for protection, and saftey, and breaking all the rules. Thank you for sloppy seconds, and shaky firsts. For it feeling so good, but knowing it was so wrong. For promises. For food. Thank you for small towns, and what makes you want to get away so badly, but find a place just like it. Thank you for stars, and darkness, and frozen fingers that don't let you feel anything. Thank you for long, all night runs, the ones that makes you cry because you have too much time to think. Thank you for families, and the love that can never disappear. Thank you for self-control, and lack thereof. Thank you for rewind buttons, and "To Wong Fo, Thanks for Everything Julie Newmar", corndogs, tanning, and the things that let us move on. Thank you for ice cream in the middle of December. Thank you for the girl that gives me something to laugh about everyday. Thank you for the boy who [screwed] me up and over so badly. Thank you for fogiveness. Thank you for warm welcomes, and hope, and park benches, and curfew, and getting away from myself. Thank you for the summertime, that melts away depression. Thank you for reality checks. And thank you for pain-killers, in all ways, shapes, and forms.


Thank you for Music.
It saves my life every night.

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I have BuTTERfLiES in my stomach!
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Oh gosh.

Well
I think I'm gonna go h y p e r v e n t i l a t e now.

:smiles: