This is what full-moons do to people like us.

And I'm not gonna lie, but tonight was fucking magical. I can't stop laughing. It really was. It was nice. I almost wish tonight was my last night in Virginia because I've got a feeling it's not going to get any better than this. Hope is not lost for me, folks, not all men make me cringe and cower. Yeah, I might fall asleep with a big stupid smile on my face, but I deserve it. I've been clean from hard drugs for about 4 months now with the occasional joint every now and then, as in every couple weeks. I don't even really drink that much anymore either. Even cut down how many cigarettes I smoke a day. You ought to be proud. I know I am, and I didn't do this for anyone, but myself. Promise. So fuck y'all, I deserve this. And if you think I'm a loser for being happy, then that's fine. I'm leaving anyway. Thanks for the dinner, the brews, teaching me about stars and what to do if I get lost tomorrow, and the rest of it. Good night.

ps. was there really a shooting star? I think that's what was killing me the most. Hah, oh lord.