Epilogue

From Myspace again (it's convenient for talking to friends but half the people there are stupid):

Yes, I am feeling better, so no worries. Just one of those 'arrg my god, it sucks!' nights.
I think the issues I've been keeping inside were getting under my skin and needed some sort of release, with hopes that it all won't happen again. Reassurance in any form is good.
Maybe I should blast Feel Good Inc or something.. I don't know why that song's so addicting, jeesh. I guess it's because I love odd songs and it has the best beat. Anything I can dance to I absolutely dig. Good beat+nice sounds+decent voice= great song
Pretty popular one too.. It's rare for me to like songs people have heard of.
I first heard that song... In Oregon. I was out on vacation and my awesome.. um.. my mom's cousin... .. He played it. He's so cool, he's just really funny and laughy. I got to ride an ATV for the first time and they have such a neat house.. Even though they live in the middle of nearly nowhere, it's neat. Dave and Kandas, they're a funny couple. Kandas is pale with wavy hair to her waist and looks like.. mystical nearly. She just looks like someone with crystals and astrology. Dave on the other hand looks rough with that stubbled face look and long messy hair.
Enough of the descriptions, that came kinda at random. :P
So he played it really loud in the car when we driving to the waterfall..
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I'll get into the weird moods time to time, but I'll be okay, promise. I can and have been coping with everything that comes my way, and I can get over anything. Just takes time and strength, and though I have trouble believing it myself, I seem to have a lot of strength. I'll have those nights when I break down under the weight of all that plagues my mind heart and body, but a night's a night, and the next day will fair better.
Every sad day ends happy, every happy day ends sad. That's how my life usually goes.

Seems I've found more support than I had before, which is why I'm not writing 70 poems like I did with the first. It takes a while.. Long long while. And without a helping hand, all I do is talk to myself.

Joey and Weston, I thank those two most. Irony that they're guys. At least I can know that out there are many kind ones, but I remorse over how they seem to be everywhere but here.
Joey was there when I needed help most, and helped me leave him. Weston has always been around to lend a helping hand on nights when I was most depressed and totally crushed and in need of advice. Endless patience, such is something that I very much appreciate. Hugs to them both.

Yes, I write too much. My apologies. But it's the epilogue, I can always just blah blah blah on my blog (which is linked if you wonder where it is, sheesh, look on my main page).
Sayounara, Jaa ne, Chao, Catch ya later