i've been smiling more since i started concentrating on being less perfect. if i allow myself the room to make mistakes, i have room to get over it. funny how that works. the idea of being stuck in this god forsaken city i call Neenah makes me sick to my stomach, but at least i feel free. crooked i know, but i can't care much when i'm in a good mood. what will be, will be. maybe it's the daily workouts. maybe it's the mini-break. maybe it's my "new" boyfriend. maybe it's that i'm here with some of my good friends who are going through the same thing.

when i stop living up to everyone else's expectations of me, life is good.