I look back
through the
archives of my words
in these old journals,
noticing how far
I have come
in the past
several months.
I went from being
miserable because
I thought a friend
no longer cared to
being okay to being
troubled again
by my friend, to finally
getting over it
to getting a girlfriend.
All of that seems so distant
at this point.
Back then I felt
as though this would
torment me forever,
and yet here I stand
hardly able to remember
those days no so long ago.
It seems that the past
is just that.
The Past.
All that occured no longer
has any hold over
my mind like they once did.
I am truely free,
and have come to
a realization that no matter
what I go through, however
depressed I may end up,
things will turn out okay.
I have no need to worry
about letting things
bother me anymore.
Sounds to me like life
is treating me pretty well.
Shweet.
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