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There are three things in life that have helped me regain my sanity and maintain my sanity:
1.) God- well duh. Of course. He had always put people there for me and I'm happy and alive for that.
2.) My Horse- well when my day is going wretched and i want to do stupid things I go ride my horse to the top of the mountian and sit there until I'm relaxed. It's my getaway. Much like some people and playing their music. It frees me. The exhiliration of holding on for my life and the wind wipping my hair against my face and the feeling of flying upwards and the excitement of knowing that if I fall I may never wake up-ok so that's just for the lack of a helmet which i am supposed to wear but i like the danger of not doing so. I love running up those mountains.
3.) And well the 3rd is that special person who makes me feel special and worth something. The person who colors my days with smiles and laughter. The person who convinced me that I had any reason at all to be happy. The person who when I'm in their arms I feel as though i could stay forever and I'm overwhelmed with this amazing sense of security and peace. The person who I can't keep off my mind. The person that I feel tortured if i cause them any unhappiness and feel like an idiot. The only person who I completely trust and can only hope that I hold theirs. And if you don't know who this person s please go away now. Ok jk.
My Apology To someone who knows who they are: I'm sorry for the days when I'm inconsiderate and I cause you sadness. I'm sorry for the times when I'm being dumb and I do stupid things. I'm sorry for being unconsiderate of your hard times when I should just be there for you and lend you a shoulder. Im sorry for not always being what you deserve because you're amazing and you'll never know how much you mean to me.
I'm happy for stuffing and my special patatoes. Aside from that I hate thanksgiving and turkey. I want honey baked ham. But no. No one cares what Bre thinks-we're going to have that disgusting dry bird. Blah. I don't like pie either-well only cherry pie and boston cream pie and banana cream pies. everything else is icky. Bu to course we're having pumpkin pie. ew. And now there is a threat ot my homemade bread stuffing-it may be rosemary bread. ew. I hate rosemary.
And now the bell rings in my class and I must go.
I love you all dearly-
~Bre |