Not sleeping for the past 30 hours has resulted in a level of functioning that was gold star, pat on the back, not a single yawn, here's a cookie, worthy.

I am beginning to accept that all things normal I was never designed to do.

Like nap.

Playing house.

For them to be filled with Gods grace. Not a turkey meatball down the wrong pipe.

and 99% of the time their ugly behavior doesn't change.. and 99% of the time the way you feel and react towards them does change.

Love is forgiving.... love is for giving..

I get it now,
"It's the little things"

game changer.

What keeps me going.

I have some work to do..../things to change.

Probably not super healthy to think any emotional connection of any kind as "shenanigans, waste of time."

People like me who have suffered horribly from abandonment and then abandon are the worst.

When will I break the cycle,
All or nothing

Danced my butt off in a pub in downtown Palo Alto tonight.

Sobriety is less hang-on-for-dear-life and more like real-deal-smiles.

All good things take time.

I love love writing.

Totally bummed. I will probably always miss being twelve.

The warmth of a body is the hardest thing to accept that you will never get back. In this lifetime, anyway.