I had a really good day yesterday. But as I was trying to fall asleep I realized that the really good days are the most difficult because the contrast between my day and my night is so sharp.
But then today was rough. And all I could think of was the fact that you would understand. I wouldn't have to explain anything, you'd just... get it. And you're about the only person.
I don't know what's harder. Tomorrow I'm going to shoot for mediocrity. But you'd be so mad at me for that.
Oh Mom. It's so hard to be happy without you.
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