atlasimpure

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PEACE

It suffers but it works.

Shit got weird as I found my place.

My place?

I like.

Yes.
Convoluted and hard to parse but...happy.

So, keep it going forward.

I mean, what other metric is really worth bleeding for???

If one has a vision, of what's meant to be....the only rational response is to pass it to someone silly enough to treat it like their new life plan.

This is the state of the Raccoon's wish:

We wait.

Employment makes me happy.

It's all a struggle.

So...I guess the best response is just to never quit.

Neh?

Things are up, but barely under control.

I had a great night yesterday and I'm really taking to this new job.

But I still feel like I'm grasping by fingertips any semblance of sanity and function.

I feel better about my depression than I've felt since Dad died.

And I feel worse about my drinking than I've felt in my entire life.

Not even sure what is connected to what and how much is just access and incidence.

To class, I must go, and forward whether I like it not.

Say a prayer for patience and drive.

Thank ye.

So, back in class.

It's put up or shut up time.

Let's do.

Well, that was an interesting date.

Now, I just have to figure out how to get my head around seeing someone that's practically my height without heels on...

*EDIT*
Worth mentioning: She self-identifies as Smaug.

Run?