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Sometimes when everything in life is going absolutely wrong I can't help but see that life can be so fucking beautiful.

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I'm in a strange place. I want coffee and another job. My stomach is empty and I miss a few people (always). No pool is a substitute for a lake.

But I'm not unhappy.
I have endless snow and biting cold.

I used to want the world to know, to prove this to them. Now if they asked, I might never tell. There is truth here, but a private truth.

I've re-arranged my bedroom, and now the sun comes streaming in and the fish are morning people and the cats are lounging in the sun. I think they want tea.

Today he gave me things to eat and I felt as though I had a secret and a stomache full of snow.

I am here today. I can see out of my eyes.

My life fuckin rocks.

I've spent the evening (after church) drinking Jack and making out with my girl in a bathtub in the middle of my livingroom listening to punk covers of cheesy 80's songs.