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February 10, 2009
Happy Place

I am in my happy place when I am with him. I am in my happy place when I am alone and writing, like I was last night. I was getting everything done, and I was doing well at it (or so I thought) and I was relatively confident. I am in my happy place when I am alone, which contradicts what I just said. I think a person can definitely have more than one happy place. His arms are my happy place, and his arms are my tomb. It is inevitable. He will belong to me someday.