He just gets it.

This is 100% completely me right now. It's me.
Thanks for understanding and putting it into words, John Mayer.

"Heart of Life"

I hate to see you cry
Laying there in that position
There's things you need to hear
So turn off your tears and listen

Pain throws you heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No, it won't all go the way, it should
But I know the heart of life is good

You know it's nothing new
Bad news never had good timing
But then the circle of your firends
Will defend the silver lining

Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No, it won't all go the way, it should
But I know the heart of life is good

Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
Fear is a friend who's misunderstood
But I know the heart of life is good

I know it's good

So.

He ended it.
He did what was best for him. Now, it's time for me to do what's best for me.
I am sad, confused, angry, hurt, but most importantly, I am strong. I have found this amazing inner strength. I am ok. I will be great soon, very soon.
I got this, boo. Don't you worry about me.

Modestlicious

Good music can cure anything, but so can some trashy pop music.
Modest Mouse and Fergie they both make me happy, and that's ok with me.

PPP

I have this pencil. This purple perfect pencil. Everything about it is perfect. The way is writes. The weight. The way it erases. Everything. I have had it since my first day. There are only like 5 of them left in the office, and wherever we get them from discontinued making them. I have two, but the other is orange, and we don't have the history.

So, my boss comes in my office the other day to discuss something. She needs a pencil. She uses my purple perfect pencil. We continue talking. She almost hands it to me then we get on a different tangent. She walks out of my office. With. My. Pencil.

Goodbye perfect purple pencil. I will never see you again. I mean, really, what am I supposed to do? Excuse me, can I have my pencil back? I don't think so. I walk by her office and see it sitting on her desk. I wish I could steal it away. I can't. That would be weird. B'bye pencil.

About an hour later ....

I walk past her office.
"Jordan, I think I took your pencil."
"Thanks."

And I do a little dance down the hallway holding my perfect purple pencil tightly.