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The gulf between okay and not okay is immensely deep, but frighteningly narrow. I keep falling in unexpectedly. Going both ways - being happy can take you by surprise when you're grieving. That's all, really.
Hey hey, we're the Monkees.
My mom loved the Monkees. She had tickets to see them when she was young and they cancelled the concert. She thinks the ugly one is cute, though.
I like the Neil Diamond version of I'm A Believer, too.
Did he write it? I think possibly. He's so wonderful.
I want to kick someone's ass to Cracklin' Rosie one day.
Things don't amaze me anymore. I was amazed (in not a good way) that my husband could die. Just die. All of a sudden. No warning. Young. Mine. Gone.
Since then, nothing has truly amazed me. It's not cool. I want to be amazed.
My amazement is broken.
Sometimes things please me. Mostly pleasing other people.
Pleasing one person.
But I'm not amazed.
I want to be. Please, amaze me.
In a better way than the last time I was amazed.
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