| Oh baby why do I miss you like I do?Things are getting better.
I'm realizing more and more that, though I may want to constantly help others and make everyone happy, I just can't do that. I'm starting to accept things for what they are and nothing more.
I'm giving everything time, because I know in the future that I'm going to have some really great relationships here at school.
I'm surrounding myself with happy people. With people who want to help me. With people who challenge me. And love me. And accept me the way that I am.
I'm smarter than I used to be. I'm getting through this with much greater ease than I expected.
I'm excited about next semester. And I'm excited about getting to know the people I've found a liking for.
Everything's gonna be alright.
This is such a silly entry.
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| Not my words, but words of those that touched me:
That's when something really painful tore through me, like some old, powerful root, the kind you see in mountains sometimes splitting apart chunks of granite as big as small homes, only instead of granite this thing was splitting me apart. My chest hurt and I felt funny all over, having no idea what it was, this root or the feeling, until I suddenly realized I was going to start sobbing.
By the time it came to the edge of the Forest the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, "There is no hurry. We shall get there some day." |
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