Overall, I really like everything right now.

Hell, daring to hint at admitting I might love everything right now (dangerous, I know).

I’ve been feeling slightly guilty recently for both wallowing in my own pool of silent, uninhibited sadness and for being out so much, seeking not-so-conventional methods to remedy said sadness, causing my lack of attention to matters at home/with my family/with my friends.

Decided not to do much today.

I had to save my brother’s ass really early this morning, drive and drop off a spare car key to him. It was an extremely pleasant drive (all things considered, seeing a puppy get run over on my way back home..</3). Decided to clean the shit out of my house, do my personal laundry and my family’s linens. Then I cooked Creamy Garlic Clam Pasta and baked fudge brownies a la mode for dinner (all the while I was consistently day drunk off of rum&cokes haha).

My energy is obnoxiously radiant right now.

Not afraid to admit or accept happiness (or contentment, for that matter - always disliked that word), or even the prospect of losing said happiness because I know it will come again in little, daily ways.