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she brings this liberation that I just can't define
Don't be so small
Written at 4:37 AM on Tuesday, September 16, 2008


I am mature.
I tell myself this on a regular basis.
As I breathe.
As I shake my fist at the skys and self mockingly shout out "Serenity now!"

Things that are outside of my control, don't need to be in my control.
I tell myself this. Most days I might even believe it.
I. AM. OK.
I am capable of seeing the big picture.
I don't need to give someone the ability to steal my sunshine, ruin my day, or hurt me. I don't owe you or anyone else -- anything.

So my little embittered friend - yes your words stung a little but that's okay. In the grand scheme of things, we all know who has won here. The bruises you've tried to cause didn't leave the slightest mark.
I think I've come out on top and if I didn't hate you so much, I would even thank you for the serendipitous moment you unwittingly created.

I guess for lack of any other forum to say these words to you - I just want you to know I'm really truly happy.