Who am I to say this situation isn't great when it's my job to make the most of it?

[exit51]

Aren't we all living for that moment of "alive," when our voices sound like change jangling in a purse, the night is heavy with a gold glow like magic, when we clumsily crawl out onto the roof to smoke together, forget our problems for awhile. And maybe some rum warm in your stomach and you sing songs about how good things are. Dance into bed as

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[iamhoops]

Okay, Sarah. Have I ever mentioned that you are the most incredible writer in the world? No, seriously, you take reality and use words to make me feel like I'm actally experiencing what you're writing about. But it's so much more than that because it's a poetic reality, if that makes any sense. Granted, this has nothing to do with the subject of your journal entry, but I just thought that in case you didn't realize, that entry is truly incredible writing. The grammar's not perfect, but the writing itself is magical.

[exit51]

Thankyou!