finally fucking done with it
You know, I meant it when I said I'm over it, right? And I actually had no idea you even read this page. It's weird. Now I can write at you, and I can feel like you'll get it at some point. That's kind of nice, actually.
Don't get the wrong impression, though. I'm not about to do any more ranting about this whole thing any more. I am over it, after all.
And like... stuff... Stuff is good. Stuff is really good. My life has served itself justice again in two big ways in the past day or so, all at once, and that makes me happy.... Yeah, I'm happy. The end.