I always wanted to be somewhere else, although when I got there I didn't want to be there either. It was like the air was pushing in on me. I shouldn't have been able to exist because the air itself didn't want me. That was how I knew that what I was waiting for could never come.
The truth is I don't know how to write about being happy. I've never had a need.
Aiming high has always been my thing. The difference is now there are good things in this world for me. I credit Wellbutrin; I credit therapy. You I credit most of all. You make these sun-bleached sterile streets tolerable. In fact you make them shine. I always knew I would strive for greatness. You make it worth my time.
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