atomicant

no one reads my shit, and that's cool. this is my own personal therapist, and i deal.

i am actually really happy. i know that given my situation, that might sound fucked up, but i actually am.

i feel like i have to explain myself. i'm not manic, i'm just me. and i made a choice a long time ago to be happy. i have to abide by that choice. i can't be sad. it's just not me.

if you are reading this, life is fucking good. no matter what you think about your own problems, there are greater tragedies in this world.

realize that and revel.


edited to make my drunk ass spelling right. it took me longer th type this entry than you think.