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"Scratch a lover, and find a foe." -Dorothy Parker

Going to a concert at 4, and Glory'll be there. I think I'll be okay, but my! won't it be exciting? I've come so far in just a week or so, so much more than myself for the addition of a few to my cast of characters. Thanks, Dylan. I mean it.

There's suddenly so much more to life, and it's glorious!

LovE!

This is going to be a post about love; I want it, I need it. (I want to give it, I need to give it.) So this is a love letter for everyone I know.

I love you. You're the cosmic beauty, guys. Best of the best and more by all mores. You all are like flying except without a fret of crashing, fretting, when you know that someone's listening, that crazy euphoria at ball games (he thought we were high. we were so much better), and then that stupid, lovely, fucking perfect song on the car radio.

Love me love you.

Hide n seek at midnight, barefoot! And long car rides, adventures! Long hugs because I haven't seen you all in too long, conversations where we just Get IT. Bashing your music but thinking I kinda love it because it's so you. Laying, just laying on trampolines.

More than anything.

ttfn ~<3

Day 1.

So. Once upon a time, I was in a rut. This might've been yesterday, this might've been when I was making mud-pies.

Then I thought to myself:

Self,

I don't know why you're afraid so much, but it's okay. I love you and accept you. You don't have to be ashamed of feeling this way.

Take a deep breath; there are a lot of people who love you. They recognize something there; it's not just smoke and mirrors.

You can do this school thing, too. It's not going to be fun, but it's mostly getting around that block in your head--something you're more than capable of.

Don't fret. I love you. You're beautiful, funny, sincere, honest, pure. You're an endless mystery, please believe it.

I love you, and it's okay to be afraid.

I love you
I love
you
I love you.