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[theatokos]

It was a rough night last night. For me, anyway, in my head. The emotional roller coaster hit a low point. I just don't know what to do with myself. But I get up everyday and do what I always do: take it all in stride, make the healthy positive choices with out thinking, be all supportive and loving. I'm getting burned out here people. I'm one more bad week from throwing my hands up in the air. I don't want to be strong! I want to throw a fit! Say mean mean things! Tell everyone to fuck off.

But I'll get over it.
And what will help is: the piano arrived. As sad as I am that my parents have sold the house and I haven't been anywhere near Alaska to help or say goodbye to 15 years of memories (ah, the hot tub; 8 ft Christmas trees; porcupine, bears, and deer in the garden), I am grateful for the shipment - via barge all the way - of art, books, my oak and cedar chest, and the piano I cannot wait to get my hands on.