Can I just say, and I'm just being honest...

[The Industrial Atheist]

CIJS

I feel like the world isn’t so big anymore. I feel like I can do anything. I’m so strong, I can lift all of you in one hand. I feel like I’m breathing. It’s hard to know how to be alive when you’ve been dead for so long, but god dammit, it’s still better. I might press on the gas too hard, then break too suddenly, but I’m moving without chains. Sure, there is some residue from all the clutter, but I’ll clean it up. Hanneh! Damn! It smells like victory up in here! Don’t tell me I’m laughing too hard, or hugging too tight, or kissing too much, or talking too much. I’ve been contained too long and NOTHING can tone me down now. I’m larger than life right now and if it can’t be handled, that’s the fucking point. Moooove, bitch. Get out the way!  

So now what? Keep on getting these results. Keep following the steps to an even brighter ending to it all. Not get lazy. Follow through. Look at the evidence every time I forget what happened and start to feel sorry for the oppressor. Look at it, mama! Look at it! Get angry all over again! That’s right.

And what else? Run. Jog. Cook. Eat. Fuck. Love. Dance. Write. Read. Meet. Date. Travel. Go. Stay. Laugh. Cry. Yell. Silence. Peace. Play. Hug. Kiss. Give. Take. Zen.

Because this is MY life and I will spend it MY way.

Hey, friends,
Thank you sooooo fucking much for making me stronger and believing in me when I was just a corpse at the side of the road. I fucking love you. Like damn. So much.

Love ya! You're such a good friend and I'm so happy for where you're at right now.