Only some days I do fine, only some days I am well. I have to keep striving, and keep pushing, for just what it is I want. My life is disorganized, everything in it. My plans, my goals, my settings, me. I try to be more in order with everything, but it is just not who I am. I don't live to be perfect, I live to do what makes me happy.
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I think I will be Okay.
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