Summer can be nice sometimes. I've gotten new friends. My room in my new place has a wide windowsill I can sit in and read. I've been able to go for walks in the nice weather with my lovely boyfriend Kristian. I've bathed in a lake. I've lain on a blanket, staring at the clouds. I even have bruises and scrapes and cuts on my legs and arms after rolling around on the ground, seeing as I got too drunk at a 3-day long wedding party (though we were only there for one night).

The good things and the good feelings are slowly seeping back into my life. Security and stability is slowly being established. I'm in a new city, with new friends and a new boyfriend, but it's getting to the point where I feel like it's a very good thing, and I deserve it.



I'm proud of myself. For being more happy. More often.