life is pretty cool.
that was scary. to write it down and feel it at once.
it makes me think there is a shoe about drop, somewhere
hanging with moms is wierd. still.
but good nonetheless. good food. scary stories.
so many things i chose not to remember.
so many things i am reminded of, before the blackout.
before the knife and gun and panic attacks. i should
i know that now. i had an incredible angel on my side.
i have one or two of them looking out for me right, now
i can say that without worry.
i only hope they see me thru this lifetime. i have so much
to accomplish, and i've never been worried of failure. but
i recognize the significance of it.
no one knows better than i... or maybe they do -- and i just
havent met them. if that's the case - this is my note to you.
i believe in you. even when the world tells me not to.