I think, with the closing of this major chapter, I shall open up a new one. Yeah, it's been a doozie.
I look back from stuff I have written as recent as a year ago, and it makes my stomach churn. I don't have the heart to delete it, because, well, it's my past, no matter how terribly-written and positively shitty it (I) was. There's a little phrase which goes something like this : "When you are older, you will look back and laugh at yourself."
And I am. I'm laughing.
It's time to start fresh. It's time to progress. It's time to take full helm of my life. These last two months have taught me a lot. Hell, the last eight months or so have taught me a lot about life, love, responsibility, moving on, getting by, staying strong, putting my mind to the test, honor, bravery, and so on. I like to beliee I'm bettering myself every day. There are always setbacks. But I have the will and the courage to overcome them.
It's been said before "What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger." No matter how rough it may have been, it didn't kill me and I like to believe it has made me stronger. Friendships may have been lost due to my metamorphosis, but I still stand my ground. Remember that scene in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, where spoiled Veruca Salt throws a hissy fit, and she climbs on top of the egg detector?
"She was a bad egg." chimes Willy Wonka.
I'm kind of getting off track here, but I hope you see what I mean. Meaning, life is weeding out the good and the bad at this juncture. The negative things shall pass; the positive ones'll stick. It's been rough, yes. I have realized that this is kind of a cleansing step. Somethmes you can't do what's esiest for you, but if it makes it better in the long run, it's worth it.
And damn, is it worth it.