Life is good for me at the fall of the Empire

Imperial boomerang notwithstanding, shit is great. I found myself. I have friends and family that I love, who love me. I escaped the self-made damnation of hating myself and the choices that entail, and little by little, I am finding where I belong and with whom. It's finally coming together; I just had to surrender to myself.

So here's hoping the death throes of my country don't fuck it up for me now that I've finally got it worked out.