BELLALUVSED

I need to get back into the habit of writing daily, so I will begin now. I am sitting in an annoyingly half-clean room, filled once again with some unimportant mix of emotion. I decide to look for the password to my old blog, and find this entry; "I've been thinking a lot lately about life. I haven't been in a mood to write for weeks, and I can't really tell if that's a sign or no. My eloquence has fled with the warmth of summer, and now I stumble over even the shortest of sentences. But looking back, my writing moods weren't ever really the best. I'd shut myself up in my room for hours on end, deprive myself of sleep, ignore those that ma

Without obsessively updating this thing. Aye, it appears that the school year is coming to a close. But, as is often observed, when one door closes so opens a window. Prom is this Saturday (oh no! who would've ever thought I'd be going to that as a sophomore?), and I'm actually really excited despite having to squeeze my feet into what could only be described as overpriced bear traps. I get to wear a pretty dress, and for once have a cathartic bonding experience with OfficialVillageIdiot that doesn't involve video games, burping contests, or some messy variety of finger food. Oh, and I also have a pretty spankin' schweet date. He's my lovely

I've found proof of everything I've ever suspected. I've found a way to everything I've been wanting and hoping and wishing for. None of this involves you, and it makes me realize something that rings very true. I never really needed you. I am happily declared free of your cancer, and glad that you've found your own cure for mine. I wish you and yours only the best. I have promised myself I will dwell on this no longer, and I will not be made a promise-breaker. I've learned to love myself as you never loved me; unconditionally and despite my many unchangeable flaws, and surround myself with those who do the same. You'd be surprised. There ar