I love my stretch marks.
I love that I'm finally "getting" Lacan. (Hi, I'm a nerd).
I love how attached I am to the mouse that lives in my dorm room. He may have ran away today and my roommate and I are extremely concerned. He was 100% safe here in a room with two vegetarian hippies who squee over tiny animals.
I love that my boyfriend and I would rather go to the John Stewart/Stephan Colbert rally than ensure the proper celebration of a final college Halloween. Pretty sure this will easily top a night of costumed debauchery.
I love that there are things I just won't stand for.
I love my improving ability to banter.
I love that I am self-aware.
I love that I am getting better at admitting to my faults.
I love my courage to fight this illness.
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