I'm still losing hair. I'm no longer able to sleep for more than six to eight hours at a time, even when I want to. I don't know where I'm going to be living a week from now. I haven't received a paycheck from anyone since graduating in April. I haven't had a girlfriend in almost two years. I have to rely on others for rides, because I don't have a car of my own.
In spite of it all, I fucking love my life. Waking up every morning is a delight, and it's getting better each day. I don't know that I've ever been so stressed yet so incredibly happy at the same time.
I love each and every one of you. |
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