wtf

Typing when you've been drinking can get you in a bit a trouble.

I really shouldn't be here.

Oh well.

I realized tonight that I can't possibly be anywhere else. I may have become a different person in my family's eyes after my accident, but I am who I am now. All of the moments that I collect up to this point make me so. THe only person I really need to concern myself with is me. It's a good thing I generally like me and make me happy. As long as I can let go of the expectations that I can never live up to because they don't care to know me anymore, than I'll be fine. (I really dislike the word fine, but I'll allow it in this instance)

I went out with My friend Doug tonight. I love him and know that he feels the same. I don't share my life with many people, so when I do, it really means something.

In fact, I'm more apt to give a tidbit of personal info to a stranger than to someone that I feel should know me but doesn't because they don't take the time to pay attention. So I spill to someone that will take a peice of me into the world, possibly forgetting it, maybe remembering, but for me I feel better for sharing a human moment with someone that I feel is much like me. Someone that has nothing to gain or lose but this life and moment in itself.

I'm taking my ass to bed and praying as if I believe in a higher being that the stout I drank will not effect my workout tomorrow.

I am once again excited for change. Resisting only leads to pain.