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[christopher575]

Sunday nights are such a weird time. It's like every week is a year of my life and on Sunday as I grow drowsy I look back and wonder where it all went. The difference now is that things are finally going really well for me, so instead of worrying about just getting by, I worry about maintaining. Failure has been such a way of life for me, that success is an amazing challenge.

I'm extremely grateful for everything I've got, and hope that everyone knows how lucky I feel right now. My heart's been broken several times recently, but it still works very well.

I don't expect any of this to make sense or mean anything. I'm feeling too many things all at once to be able to really describe what it's like.

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[notlostonme.livejournal.com]

I found I got a lot happier when I stopped thinking of life in terms of failures and disappointments and started thinking about it in terms of progress

Exactly. Isn't it amazing that it only takes something like that to change everything?