Friday, January 5, 2024

It's a strange world.

 

 

  

         For once I enter a year without an undeniable sickly despair. I have gone through years diseased with my own worry. I never thought I'd make it to 2024, I thought I'd be dead at 14. But, even if the victory feels small, I survived. I'm happy to be alive, I love life and I'm more than happy to continue life.  

For once, I enter 

a year feeling hopeful.

     Dale Cooper: Harry, I have no idea where this will lead us, but I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange.

 

Maybe this year I'll get around to writing down my shitty poetry, I say that every year though.

 

 

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