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![]() Friday, Sept. 06, 2002 - 5:12 p.m. This morning it hit me, as if the sky had opened up and the angel Gabriel had come down and blown his trumpet right in my ear, blasting this message: La, you're happy! And I thought, "Cool." I realized that I haven't been this happy, this self-fulfilled, this complete, in I don't know how long. I'm living on my own (with Gigi of course ^_^), going to an ivy league school, planning my future, surrounded by friends, chased after by guys, and I feel friggin' great! I seriously thought for the longest time that I was somehow incapable of being happy, that I kept bringing sadness on myself. *Someone* convinced me that I was making myself miserable. Now I know that's not really true, or, if it was, it isn't anymore. I can be happy, I am happy, I'm going to be happy whether everyone likes it or not! "It's just takes some time... Everything'll be just fine, everything'll be alright." -Jimmy Eat World "And as long as she's got noise she's fine, but I could teach her how I learned to dance when the music's ended." -Dar Williams "Take the dreams that should've died, the ones that kept you lying awake when you should've been alright, and throw them all away." -Toad the Wet Sprocket
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