For once, the year ends on a genuinely good note.
I've always promised myself that "life begins at 18", and so far it has overcome any expectations I've ever had about what "life" is. Perhaps I could have started what I call "real life" before, but I guess I needed that false sense of aspiration and mind-set... aka being 18, an adult. I don't feel like an adult, I feel like me. Whatever me is, whatever me becomes.
Well, anyway... that's too much of a tangent.
Really, all I want to say is that I am lucky. I've been lucky all along.
I have my parents, I have Alex, I have friends (extraordinary ones)... that's how great acceptance can get.
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well im glad youre feel so alive. i expected life to start at 18 too but i think it really started a while ago for me. high school really opened my eyes, though it was the smell of the shit that woke me up. anyway, i wish i felt like the life i want has started, if this is the start of life remind me to kill myself. haha. merry christmas.
ps im up in l.a. and i got you a copy of this weeks onion. i dont know when youll ever claim it though. guess we have to hang out now haha
life starts when you make it start
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