Well...today I have been insulted, been picked up by someone that weighs 25 lbs less than me, and dissed to the extreme, yet I'm happy. Incredibly. More than anything. Anyone. Anywhere....=)

I think I'm addicted to Christa. I have to talk to her every day, she helps me breathe. Drugs are surrounding me, and I'm incredibly sick of it, then I talk to her and....pow. Everything's clear, and all I'm thinking about is how greatful I am for the scar on my upper lip.