I just killed a mosquito in the bathroom. It was a particularly nosy mosquito, checking out the toilet and sniffing around my medications. I had to smash it with my water bottle.
The sun is beginning to rise here. I can see a bright star that looks like it's exploding, and setting. Birds are out. This is a great place for birds. They're smart birds, with intelligent calls and they like to glide on the wind. It gets very windy here at night, I think from one of the two rivers here, perhaps both.
No matter what happens, I'll be ok. I know that now. This body will always have a place to lay, this head will be able to rest, eventually. It's not a question of entitlement or being good enough, b/c I finally fucking think I'm good enough. Better than good enough. And that's it.
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