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dearjustenee:

“We all want to be loved, to be happy, so why aren’t we? Because we’ve become experts at sabotaging out own happiness. Feeling like victims..these are the things that tear us down. We’re not victims. We’re assassins when it comes to love, and happiness.”

Vanity is such an ugly trait.

It was, simply, amazing. You’re definitely one to be remembered.

Like years prior, it didn’t go smoothly. But I’ve experienced enough to know that’s to be expected.

I said good-bye to home of nearly a dozen years and began the Las Vegas chapter of my life.

My “circle” has gotten smaller, but in my honest opinion, it’s as strong as it has ever been. Perhaps, maybe even stronger.

You’ve taught me that distance really does make the heart grow fonder.

I’ve learned more about this “love” thing. I won’t delve any further in this letter.

You’ve introduced me to the fast food chain, Canes, which has been feeding me the past 6 or so months.

The best lesson I’ve received during these past twelve months came from within. I’ve matured, mightily, and at the same time, realized I have plenty more to do.

I’m ready for 2012 because of you.

Thank you.

Billups, Gordon, Butler, Blake, Jordan.

Billups going to mess around and average 10 alley-opp’s a game.

You heard it from me first!

“If your presence can’t add value to my life, your absence will make no difference.”

If

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
’ Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling