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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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[ozgryph.livejournal.com]

I'm totally with you on the Sunday night thing.