I believe.
Enough grands to send me on my way to a new life experience; adjusting clothes that will last me the rest of my life. I feel better. I am heather's open arms, and I build armies with my hang-ups. The white-noise machine, the security system, the twin mother I swap out with myself. I am always not quite myself, and we are the same person. Freedom and it's potential is what I call dove huntin'.