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It is a bit nutty to me that I haven't even posted since December. I guess that signifies the big turn around.
I am happy. Not like happy right at this moment. I mean happy-happy. I get frustrated with stupid shit and angry about a few things but it passes swiftly.
I don't know what happened in December. It was an amazing Christmas. One of the best since I was a little kid. John bought a tree and put it up after I left for work at 3am on Christmas morning. He decorated it and everything. There were even presents under it. Presents from his parents, a present from me to him, presents for me, presents for us. Stockings were full. It just suddenly signified how much we had, how much I could be grateful for. Our amazing life we are building, the good things we have, each other. How could I not be happy.
It's funny how a lot of things bother me less. I'm fine with the fact that I may only talk to John, mom and grama in a week. No friends. I have friends, but we all lead such different lives. I'm okay with it and I understand. I don't feel left out. I don't cry about it or get angry.
This must be what growing up feels like.
I am happy. Not like happy right at this moment. I mean happy-happy. I get frustrated with stupid shit and angry about a few things but it passes swiftly.
I don't know what happened in December. It was an amazing Christmas. One of the best since I was a little kid. John bought a tree and put it up after I left for work at 3am on Christmas morning. He decorated it and everything. There were even presents under it. Presents from his parents, a present from me to him, presents for me, presents for us. Stockings were full. It just suddenly signified how much we had, how much I could be grateful for. Our amazing life we are building, the good things we have, each other. How could I not be happy.
It's funny how a lot of things bother me less. I'm fine with the fact that I may only talk to John, mom and grama in a week. No friends. I have friends, but we all lead such different lives. I'm okay with it and I understand. I don't feel left out. I don't cry about it or get angry.
This must be what growing up feels like.