Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Notes from my 92nd trip (Feitio Day 1)

The more I was myself, the more Flora fell in love with me. That's the thing that most people don't get when I say I still haven't gotten over Flora. She made me feel special. She made me feel like I mattered.

You know you're really good friends with someone when you both laugh at the same joke that neither of you had to say.

If I was to die right now, I think my last bit of advice that I have for the world is the following:

"Be nice to your parents. They may or may not put you through hell, but they gave you life. And learning how to appreciate that life is pretty much the purpose of it. 

The purpose in life is to appreciate being alive

One of my only regrets in life is not going out with Grace for New Years in Italy. We decided not to because our hotel was far from downtown and we wouldn't be able to get back until 4AM. We stayed in and I fell asleep before midnight. New Years was always Grace's favorite holiday and I ruined it. I know this might not mean a lot now but I'm sorry, Grace.

Scott. I need to write aout Scott. Hold me to it. Demand it.

I'm proud of you for making it here.

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