I had a good week. Im impressed by how fast i came back to life with celexa in my system. Bless the chemicals. A really big part of my well being is because of this one person i love. And i really dont want to be a pressure or a worry or like a task to him...making sure that i feel ok and blah blah. I want him to feel free. To be free. Im not taking him for granted. I hurt him so many times. And everytime i hurt him, i felt like i was falling more in love and that i was on the verge of loosing him. This is rambling, but i feel it. Im lucky. Im not retarded, this is special, he is special. Im lucky. No one understand how lucky i am. I swear to God. It can last for another week, or months or years. I'll remember him and all that he is till my last breath.

Not everybody can say that.