28.4.10

leaky.

I'm independent. I count my blessings. I don't believe in "bad days." I listen to their problems. I'll serve where I can. I'm fine. I play a happy instrument. I take happy pictures. I'm happy. I take control of me.

Then why the crap did I cry?

And why do I feel so much better?

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