I'm such a mess...I'm doing the best I can

Exactly one year later...

When thinking of the changes since leaving they are drastic. I guess as long as it's for the better that's all that matters right?

At least I don't regret anything. I had to move. I had to rid myself of certain people.

It's all in the past now so why worry about the fucked up year and a half I just pulled out of...

Starting fresh...new apartment, the kittens, a new job, awesome (true) friends, doing well for once in school.

Basically I'm trying to really grasp this fresh start and be really optimistic. If I tell myself I'm happy...I will be.

So if I say everything will be okay...it should.

(I hope)