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What doesn't kill you...

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?

Then I'm a motherfucking world's strongest man competitor.

Today was long, and very, very, very hard.

I survived, my mother survived, and I did not wind up in jail. A family member had to figure out some other way to get home, because I swore to hell he wasn't getting into my car.

Yes, this is my glamorous life.

Bed now.

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cleovale
Aug. 21st, 2006 06:58 am (UTC)
wish I could hug you in person...
*hugs*
willowrrain
Aug. 21st, 2006 12:19 pm (UTC)
Sadly, this is the real life... the bone and gut part.

Times like these, like what you are going through, are spaces where a person's metal is tested. It's put up or shut up time. I know it is hard, painful, infuriating, but ya know....

You are doing it. You are not running, or shirking or hiding from your responsibilities. You are standing in the storm. You survive. You do what you must, and damn it... that's honerable. This time won't last forever, even if it feels like forever. I'm proud of you. You are a good son. You are simply, flat out, proving your worth within your family. I hope they know it and see it and give you love.

Thinking of you. Wishing you well.
feyrieprincess
Aug. 21st, 2006 03:00 pm (UTC)
...you'd still be glamourous wearing white tennis shoes and a chicken costume.....
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