Fuck it ... Ha!

Perhaps I, for the first time in a while, am finally starting to feel better about everything. The future, the present, just, everything. It's been a while. Maybe this is the peace I was asking for, but couldn't be patient enough to wait for. I suppose it's good that what I did to garner that peace did nothing for me. It opened my eyes to my own puniness. I can't stop smiling while writing this, because I was reading the old posts, and the helplessness I talk about is akin to an immature child complaining about not getting their way. I feel as though after a long time I can laugh at myself, and all the depression I feel. I can smile, and feel amusement, and can therefor understand that what I deem to be hopelessness is my own childishness making itself felt with a bang. This is a note to you, madam. The next time you feel that way, come here, and read this, and know that how you feel, or you believe you feel, is insanity, and only a mere shadow of insecurity that you can easily shove a stick up the ass of, and get right back to living. Say fuck you to everyone, and let yourself smile. Ain't no one stopping you, and Papa and Mama are waiting!