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What does my life look like right this second?

I came home.  I drove 70 miles to get here.  (I visited my mom and dad today.)  When I entered the city, I smiled.  This is where I belong.  I love my mom and my dad, but my heart beats best in the city.

When I entered the front door of the red brick rowhome that I live in, I had many bags.  My high roommate and her high girlfriend greeted me with smiling eyes.  I smiled back.  I said, "I have a headache."  Ricky giggled and said, "do you want some pot?"

I laughed and walked up the stairs.

I'm in bed right now.  I'm wearing comfy black sweatpants.  I just gave myself a facial and brushed my teeth.  In front of me there's a wrapped bottle of Jameson for Ricky (her birthday is on Monday).

As I brushed my teeth, Ricky yelled for me to go downstairs so I could laugh at pictures with her.  I did.

Things are good, really.  I had a great day with my grandmother.  Talked to her for hours and hours.  I love her so much.  She gave me good advice (to never EVER go back to Andrew).  "To hell with him!" she said.  My dad always says that too whenever he gets pissed at someone.

I loved spending time with my parents today too.  I vented to my mom for hours and hours and hours.  Between crying all morning, and venting all afternoon.. I'm glad Ricky got me to do some smiling.

Jesus Christ, even on my good days this is one hell of an uphill battle.  One day at a time I guess.  It's only been a little bit over a month.