this is our way to live, and this is my way to die
Every month, when the moon comes back around, I get so happy. Like I'm seeing my old friend again, even though he goes away from me for so long. And then he disappoints me when he leaves again. Again, and again.
I've really hit rock bottom in my bowling career. Maybe I'll just quit. I don't have the guts anymore to face it. Plus, the music there has gotten sucky.
I want to finish one single friggin story.
"You're fighting God's battles, no wonder you're tired."
-Rick Whitney
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The moon makes me smile too.
It's the only thing bright enough in the sky at night that you can see in Chicago. It makes everything seem familiar no matter where I am.
You're so encouraging and amazing and wonderful. I'm soooo proud of you. Keep pushing on. You make me inspired. : )
I love you too.
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