Sixteen.

16.
I wonder what this age holds.

Life Is (Actually) Good.

It's been.. over 8 months since I posted.
A lot has changed.
I don't live in Alabama anymore. I barely even talk to anyone from there now.
I live in North Carolina. I go to Enka High School. There is no such thing as routine in my life. I'm not depressed, for the most part. (Thanks to 3 months of 25mg of Zoloft.) I have a boyfriend. His name is Garrett. He's a junior, he's a geek, he's wonderful (Remember a while back when I said you wanna date someone no one ever expects you to? It worked out). 
Things are going well, I guess I could say. 
Last year, at Grissom, I almost failed. I barely got by all year. Now, I've been at Enka for a month, and I have mostly all A's. Then again, I also only have 4 classes this semester. 
I've made so many new friends. And I'm nothing like I used to be.
I'm dying my hair brown (and blue), I dress country (I own camo shoes and cowboy boots), and I always do my work in class.
My boyfriend is the best thing since.. Well, not sliced bread, because I don't like bread. But he's wonderful. We've only been together since September 21st, but I know we have a long road ahead of us. Half of our text conversations literally consist of- Him: <3 Me: <33 Him: <333.
Yeah. 
I don't know.. I miss my Rocket City. I miss my old friends.
But for once in my life, I can finally say Life Is Good.
(However, Tuesdays still suck.)

I'm baaack.

So, I'm back.

And I finally got that drama-free week I wanted.

And now, hopefully, things will look up. Because once you hit rock-bottom.. You can't go much further, right? Right. Or at least, I hope I'm right.

Well, I spent this past week with my mom. I met a lot of people, and did I a lot of things.

As soon as I came back Saturday, I went to my boyfriend's house and spent the whole weekend with him. It was amazing. New every-weekend plans? I think yes. <3

Well. As for school.. As far as I can tell.. I have a crap-ton of make-up work that I'll have to (but not want to) do. I have all the friends a girl could need. I have someone who'll let me steal his jacket everyday, and just pull another one out of his backpack for himself (I swear, I'm gonna be tired of standing one day, and he'll reach into his backpack and pull out a chair). I have a potentially good 4 months ahead of me. And hopefully, I'll finish out the school year strong.. 

If I can survive this week. 

Bye, "Best Friend".

You know, maybe Ben was right. Maybe I am too much drama.



I guess I spoke too soon when I said I figured out who my true friends were.


I hope you're happy.


See you on the flip side.