Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be. - Abraham LincolnI've already updated today...but I'm online, I'm waiting anxiously to go out for ice cream, I needed something to do for 40 minutes.
I've been thinking...not that that's something amazing, it's just it's one of the rare incidents where my thinking isn't about something pointless or name brand.
Anyway, I realized today that I'm happy. I'm very content with everything in my life.
Really.
There are still things I want to work on...like my weight and my getting into college.
But for once in what feels like months and months and months and a few days, a couple of hours and a handfull of seconds, I'm calm, content, but most importantly, I'm not stressed out.
I'm not panicy over every stupid thing. I'm getting better and taking things in stride.
Of course, I still have a long way to go with somethings, mostly working on not being jealous over every cute girl Walter talks to. And having faith in our relationship.
But even with that I'm getting MUCH better.
Anyhoo, I'm happy to be happy.
I have friends in every class this year, I've felt like going out of my way to talk to people. I don't feel so weighed down by fretting over my relationships with people close to me.
I don't know how I went so long being soooooooooooooooooooooooo unhappy! It was all my fault to. I made it that way. I refused to let good things be good.
So I guess I'm no longer self-destructive.
YAY FOR ME! *throws confettie*