This is honestly the happiest I’ve been since I immediately after I graduated High School. The summer was awesome, and I was feeling the best I had in my entire life. Then college hit. It was still good, but different. I had a live-in boyfriend (my only real relationship) and things were okay. But I still had to deal with a lot of unpleasantness. Sophomore year was better. Got a different room with a different person, made new friends, got a job, thought I hit the high. Then things fell apart. This summer has been the worst on memory so far, but I’ve had a few shifts in belief and thought in general. I know I’m in charge of how I feel, so little by little, I’ve been crawling out of the pit the people I used to love and look up to threw me in. But something strange has happened, as much as bad things keep happening, I don’t really care anymore. I’m back to square one, and I have a better picture of who I am and what I want to be than I ever have before, and I realized, I can do it. Particularly with all the baggage I’ve dropped lately. Things are getting better, and for the first time in memory, I like being alive.
Aww, that’s beautiful. I love you. Let’s have another sleepover before the summer ends!