Once in a blue moon, I would feel beautiful and worthy of love and all that jazz. Today is one of those days. I fell in love with life a little bit and thrilled to be alive. Nothing is as humanizing and positive as community service.
Never ever forget. Even though sometimes it’s so damn hard.
I’ve dropped some dough on a birthday present for a friend whom I haven’t spoken to in almost half a year. It’s weird. I stare at it everyday and not sure how to proceed. Just send the gift? Or write a long letter along side the gift? Or a short note? Or just keep it and pretend that it doesn’t hurt anymore?