I've come to realize that anything that can offer you a reprieve, anything at all, is something to be cherished. The option to slip into a better world when I need to is a blessing. It keeps me together when things get really awful, even if it's just something small enough to drag a smile out of me. It makes it easier to get up in the morning and deal with life falling down around me. Sometimes I think we're a fortunate generation for the sheer versatility of our imaginings. Thank god for the internet.
Mom got out today. :] Thank god thank god thank god. I was so scared. We haven't dealt with this since I first came to school. I almost didn't know how to cope, it's been that long. Sometimes I dearly miss being around people that understand my situation, though god knows my friends here try. I can't expect them to know what to say, but it makes me all the more appreciative for the people that do. (Thank you for letting me lean on you, guys. I love you all more than you'll ever know.)
Dunno if I'll be perfect this semester, but that's okay. That's okay. I don't have to be perfect. Just adequate. Right? Yeah. I'm okay with that.
Where the hell did I put those interview questions of Bri's? You think I forgot, BUT I HAVEN'T. I will answer them and you'll be like WHOA, SHE ANSWERED THEM. Yeah.