Despite all the odds, life isn't sucking. The anniversary of what was probably the worst day of my life was yesterday, and I didn't even notice. I'd known it was coming, but when it finally happened it didn't even matter. It was just another day. There've been a lot of days without her, and one more didn't change anything. It didn't make my life any worse. I'm actually pretty happy. I have no job, I'm uncertain about the future, I'm behind in my classes, I'm about to get permanently kicked out of my bedroom and since I'm now jobless I had to call off looking for a new place to live, my computer is out of commision and has been for over a week, and I no longer have a nice big house to myself. But I'm happy. My brother's not as messy as he used to be and his girlfriend is great, one of those rare individuals who I enjoy and even rarer individuals who seems to enjoy me, and their cats are adorable, and I've actually liked living with them the last couple weeks. I don't know where my life is going, but I know I'll figure it out.
I know I'll be okay and that is a truly fantastic feeling
