It's amazing how just one event makes your outlook on life seem much more positive. Sometime back in August or September, Bob and I started going to Coldstone for ice cream on Monday evenings, and other random days. A girl I knew there, Michelle, was often there and would make us our ice cream. She started spending her breaks talking to us, but she had a boyfriend. Bob and I discussed the disappointment there occasionally. Then, they broke up. He gave it a couple of weeks and then he asked her for a date. After several occasions of the like, much intervention on my part, and lots of them talking, they are a couple. It just feels meant to be. Something about those first times told me they were supposed to be together. They have so much in common and it just seems so right. I couldn't be any happier. And then I just look at everything in my life right now, and wonder why I thought anything was bad. I went from crying Wednesday night over something ridiculous to sitting in a Waffle House with Michelle, sweating my troubles away over a bowl of chili, never having to mention them. Because of the fact that I have friends, friends who love me and care about me and want me to be okay. And a family who wants me to be so happy. I couldn't trade that for anything. Something people have been saying to me forever, in different ways has finally made sense. Emily left a comment in the previous entry that I asked her to explain. And the way she explained it, it just made so much SENSE. I have been a belligerent person over STUPID THINGS. What is the point? If you don't let these things roll off your back, how can you live a good life? I want to change. I want to become that take-no-crap person I've always dreamed of being. In adverse, big deal situations, I can be. It's little things that make me so upset sometimes. I have a loud, attitude-y mouth, and sometimes it's troublesome and other times it's absolutely necessary. I want to be that strong person I've attempted to be since I stopped being depressed. I want to TRULY not care what others think of me. I want to finish high school strong, graduate, go to college and meet amazing people and do great things, and then move on in life and become an amazing teacher of a language and culture I find so beautiful. I've never found life so lovely as I do at this moment. It is only rivaled by the feeling of the first time I realized I was in the air on an airplane and not afraid. I'm not afraid to change. Because I'm taking off the runway and the wheels on my airplane are desperately rolling across the ground, and one day, I'll push the right button and those wheels will fold up and I'll be off the ground, soaring over my former self, becoming the new person I so desperately want to be.