I've grown and learned in the past two years. I've wrestled with so many things, but recently, answers have just been coming. Not really answers. That's not a good word. Just--peace. I guess. Things still don't make sense to me. And that's OK. I've been doing a lot of discovering. That's a good word. So many experiences have shaped me and told me who I am. I'm so OK with myself most of the time. I can't put a finger on what events or what trains of though have led me to this.

I cannot tell you how many times I have tried to understand people. I get so lost in my own head and I think I just

jumped out of it one day.

Stuff has changed.

Duh.

I sit there everyday, look around me, and realize how happy I am most of the time.

When I look back on high school, I'm not sure what I'll think. It's too soon for that.

I'm forgetting bad. And it's good.

I can't wait. To move forward.