Well, things have changed AGAIN.

Things with Danielle are still sour. We put up with each other well enough, considering that her best friend Marsha and my best friend Brando are dating. Which usually means I've got to be his wingman and keep Danielle from interrupting whatever it is they plan to do. But whatever. I'm not caring a whole lot about that anymore.

Raquel and I no longer speak. I kept trying, and trying, and when I seemed to be getting somewhere, she found herself a boyfriend along the way. So I snapped, and as a result we don't talk. I even saw her at the mall a while ago, but she put her head down and kept walking. So whatever. I'm beyond the point of caring.

But that's not the point of this entry.

The point of this entry is to say that I'm done feeling sorry for myself. The only person who can change all this nonsense is me, and that is my focus.

I didn't care anymore! - Vegeta, "Dragonball Z"

Couldn't have said it better myself.

Besides, a surprising turn of events lately has helped me get over this slump and realize what I truly want. Sometimes the best person for you isn't the one who flaunts it, and is always up front about it. Sometimes the best person for you is the person waiting behind that person, praying you'll notice them.

Such is the case lately. In a few days, I've been knocked on my ass and forced to take a good look at what is really important, and I have a special someone to thank for that. She just showed up, out of the blue...and really got me thinking.

And now, admittedly, I'm crazy about her. Anybody who reads this on a regular basis knows how often I say stuff like that, but this time, it'll stick. I couldn't imagine anybody who I could possibly get along with more.

So there you have it.

Normally, about this time I'd say "Life sucks...move on.", but I'll leave you with this:

Life sucks.

Find something in it worth living for.