that will make me sit down and write when I haven't written in such along time. And this time is really no different. The only thing that really seemed to have changed is the outcome. And I don't need to go into details about what happened, just know that it was a good thing. And it all seemed like something out of a movie. Now, most of the time, the movie that is life, doesn't quite have the same ring to it, or the ending isn't always the happiest. Not the case again in this situation. Nope this came on like a typical 80's movie where you knew exactly what was going to happen, and when it was going to happen. But last night I had that turning moment. Where in normal words, I stopped being a pussy and did what I was supposed to do. And that was after I really kind of messed it all up. I tried not to talk about it, and play it cool, but I had to explain why this girl was causing me to act the way I was. But I had to do it in a way not to over do it, no one wants that. You see it's the morning after and I can't even write what I am feeling. The stupid fucking moto is that eventually I think good things are going to happen to good people. At the time, you might find yourself punching the wet ground, completely in the most pain you've allowed yourself to feel in forever, because you don't allow yourself to feel, and at then a year later, you get it. Fuck if I know how it works, and why it has to be that tricky, but at this moment, after driving home on about 3 hours of the most amazing sleep I have had in a loooooong time, and after screaming at the top of my lungs stupid songs on the drive home like some 16 year old, after all of that, I am feeling something I haven't felt in a long time, and it feels like ecstasy.
and yes I had to spell check ecstasy.
Life is amazing