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A couple of months left. How surreal that feels. My next dream is 8 weekends away. I swear, I will try to suck every drop of juice out of it, I have to. And once I am done with it I will hang it on the wall next to other "trophies" to look at them now and then and say to myself " I once had a life and it was a good one. "

I am not afraid it will be over, I am afraid of the emptiness that will follow. It's a taste you can never forget.

Maybe the only way to happy is to keep yourself delusional.