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2002-03-07

Happy Pappy On A Cloud

Ah. Things look so much more fluffy and white and soft from up here. Floating on clouds is fun, yes, yes it is. You should try it sometime. Think of a happy, very happy, thing and jump up into the air. Literally if you really don't mind the strange looks you'll recieve, but you can in your mind too. It works the same. Let yourself float on the happy thought until you see Peter Pan and Wendy and John and Micheal fly by. Then... You're there. You've made it to the best place. The place with fluffy white clouds and pink sugar and sweet smelling things.

Reading back along the way I realized how depressed I sounded. With all my talk about hating the cliques in my grade and wondering why all the people my age were so immature, I guess I came across as who doesn't like people. I do, like people. I don't hate the world. Hate is such a strong word. No, none of that at all. Yes, I feel lonely sometimes and I feel neglected and isolated a lot, but never never was I ever depressed. Even if I thought I was, I don't think so. I can't be. I have too much laughter bubbling up inside. Mixed with all the pain and anger is the happy-pappiness that I run on. I like to joke around. I like to smile, even though my teeth aren't the whitest around. I like to laugh. I like to eat chocolate and candy and get hyper. I like to hop around and jump and twirl and giggle and fall over in a heap on top of my hyper-twirling friends.

I also like Mike.

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