So I feel like I've reached a breakthrough. I had to hurry up and write this down. It's funny how cliche the commonplaces for life are.. it just takes awhile to click. For example when I was younger, I had this children's book read to me and at some point, a stomach said "rawr". I'm thinking the fuck is wrong with his stomach---until years later when my stomach growled for the first time. When somebody dies and everyone's ending response is "That's what ___ would've wanted" or "____ would've liked that".. I hated that shit; real original. But I get it now..totally get it. It eases the fuck out of your soul. Doing it for her is self-satisfying for me.

I've come to the conclusion that this is life in the real world and I'm new here. I wasn't there before because I hadn't experienced pain yet. I think Maggie is a bitchass nigga for dying, that was a little drastic. a little extreme and I still don't believe there's some spiritual explanation for this. But when people ask me about her or I try to get across how amazing she was through my blog, it makes me realize how many motherfuckers didn't even get the chance to meet her. I not only met her, but knew her. I not only knew her, but was able to include her in my life. I am privileged as fuck. I may have used all my luck for the next twenty years.

The whole cliche when people tell you It does get better.. It does.