I was the best version of myself, but I lacked the fear of the unknown that dominated the psyche of 14 year old lastunicorn. My voice is hoarse from yelling for mercy from the twists and turns of unforgiving roller coasters and screaming punk rock songs from the tops of my lungs.
I blushed. I laughed. I rasped. I had a good weekend. The magic of the night enchanted me. It was enough. I didn't want any more or less than what was around me.
I hope these good feelings can carry me through the next 8 weeks so I don't go bat shit insane.