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I've made an undecided decision to write this post in special code

(since my feelings are usually exposed like a European beach)

I think 2015 has been the hardest yet, with the exception of 1998 (learning the alphabet),

but it's also like waking up twenty-seven minutes before your alarm.

I used to think that mice ran traffic lights. 

I wasn't informed until I was probably nine and seventh eighths years old

& then life made so much sense.

Now i'm twenty one and three hundred and fourty two days old

& i'm learning about perspective, marriage, and the value in fighting naked

(seriously the advice I hear most often) 

in twenty-something days, i'll be sharing everything and bathroom space with a 209-217 lb. (depending on how much steak was consumed) male figurine who is the Hannah to my Montana

& I really hope he's ready for meltdowns and alphabet flashcards

but like really, 1998. 

I had to go to speech therapy.