hm guess i have some kind of death wish.. keep landing in situations where there's a fine line between joy and grief. take drinking. adore the happy high, but a little over that edge and i dive headfirst into a dizzy, gasping fit that scares the heck out of my friends (terribly sorry to all who've had to suffer that). but i don't wanna give up pursuing that lovely feeling, even if it means having to go through the horror of it again (and again) till i find the exact location of that line and how not to overstep it