Tuesday, September 22, 2009


Why I'm happy, I have no idea.With all the shit that's happened to me lately, I'm surprised I'm not in some serious depression, huddled in the fetal position on the floor, speaking incoherently, or catatonic. For some reason, I've been able to go past feelings of anger, that by all rights I "should" be feeling, and reached acceptance of what has happened, forgive, sort of forget, and just live my life because it's mine, and that's what I want to do. I don't want to whine and complain about it, and think about it constantly, and live in the past, even though the past is only a few weeks ago. I should be angry. But I'm not. I simply want to move on. And be happy. Bad things happen, and sometimes you just need to get past it, and leave the analysing for the future. I have the best family anyone could ever dream of, the perfect boyfriend whom I love more than the world itself, my health. I have food, clean water, shelter, nice things that I like, recreation and hobbies that fulfill me. I live in one of the most beautiful places on Earth. I couldn't ask for a more perfect life, because it's right here.

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