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[neon_choir]

life is hard. i mean, it's easy for me, and probably you, because we of course are not being bombed and don't have to worry about being shot at in the street. i can go to the store and buy a gallon of milk and not have to look around me all the time to make sure there's no one suspicious lurking in the dairy aisle. and i mean that, i mean people

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[neon_choir]

i don't know if i can tell you adequately how much that means to me. it's taken me years (however long i've had this journal) to be able to write in my lj without feeling like i have to prove something to someone who may or may not be reading it. i guess you could say it's taken me this long to be able to be comfortable with being myself. so, to finally write and feel like i'm embodying who i am when i'm writing it, and to have you respond with this comment, makes my day (week, even), and i am truly grateful.

so, thank you!

(p.s. so are you)