What I learned in rehab.

Disneyland helps me believe this wholeheartedly.

Disneyland helps me forget about how much I dislike my teeth and my math class, and makes me remember how much I like everything else.

Disneyland helps me have the will to wait in lines to meet actors I still allow myself to believe are really the characters I'm parasitically attached to.

Disneyland helps me forget that I'm not really in New Orleans until my dad points out balconies that have sets of tables and chairs and no doors leading out to them.

 Disneyland helps me remember what it's like to see everyone in my family happy.

Disneyland helps me set aside the five hundred mile difference and spend the day with people I know I would be inseparable from if they lived in Tuck-sin.

 

Disneyland helps me realize how much I love myself, but also how much I love everyone I love... which I love.