...for tomorrow, apparently, we're all getting raptured.
That's a total load of horse shit. Just thought you all should know.
Anyway, it has been two months to the day since The Day I Was Supposed To Die. This has been the best two months of my life so far, and I'm thrilled that I'm here to have lived them.
I know this isn't important, but I'm recapping for my own benefit the events of the past two months. Btw, 'recap' comes from the word 'recapitulation'. It's a term used in music. No one knows that except us.
Let's see. Over the past two months, I have stopped cutting myself. This is good. I haven't really felt the need to, which means I'm getting better.
I have stopped hating myself as much as I used to. In fact, I am beginning to like myself a little bit.
I have acquired a spifftacular boyfriend. No explanation needed: just know he's a good kid.
I started singing lessons on Thursday. This is a good fucking plan, I think.
I've resurrected my music endeavors.
I dropped off my first (shitty) demo cd.
I learned to use a lawnmower that ISN'T a tractor.
I saw a Ferrari in my drive-through.
I figured out how to get through the day without wanting to die.
I started and maintained a blog.
I was around for 61 sunrises and 61 sunsets.
I survived. No...I lived.
There's a lot more, but I can't really remember it all right now. I'm too tired.
Goodnight, world.
Hang on,
Ness
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