there are many ways to tell a story, and many ways to listen to an argument. sometimes the victors are the actual victims, and vice versa.
who are we to judge, anyway?
i'm thankful for all that i have because i know i have slightly more than most, and sometimes regretful of those i don't - either because i can't/ shouldn't have them, or cuz i let them go. but at the end of the day, to put things in perspective, i know i'm blessed in the smallest but most important ways.
the only thing now is to remember this and be glad, even when dark thoughts threaten to take over and all i can see is the inky void calling out to me. just like a shot of _______ (fill in your poison of choice) when you're already wasted.
think happy thoughts!
p/s. roomie coughs in heroic couplets. how poetic.
