Mmmmm.

I'm feeling...at peace. It's been a long, hard battle, but I'm finally getting somewhere.

For the first time in a few years, I really love seminary. I'm not sure if it's because I had a bad attitude before, but everytime I walk in that room I just...feel the love. I always leave happy. It's indescribable.

The princess dance is on Saturday. :) I'm really, really, thrilled. All of us journalism kids, dressin' up. It's going to be a blast.

I'm really loving the editor-in-chief thing. I'm learning slowly, and I make mistakes all the time, but I'm really having the time of my life.

Peace out :)

Choosing anger

I'm not a person to get angry often. Even in the rare moments when I'm furious, I keep it to myself.

I'm sick of me.

I'm so angry right now. So frustrated. So hurt. I hate that I can't tell people when I'm mad at them. I hate that I'm the person who's always there for everybody, but when it comes down to it, the people I stood by could care less about me. I guess I'm just a "convenience friend". Use her and then throw her out.

Most of all, I hate that I'm angry. I try so hard not to be, but I'm not really sure I can always choose not to be angry. So much pain.

There are people I wish that would read this. They won't, but I'm not sure I can express it any other way.

I guess I just have to face the fact that I can't control everything. It takes two to have a relationship, and I can't make that choice for others. Drifting apart hurts.