Also. I can not explain how excited I am for summer. Everything is piecing together beautifully, and in every aspect. I think we both know how things are going with us, but we never mention it. We get really really really close, but that's just perfect. Things will be okay if our ideas don't happen, cause I mean.. we're still here. Right?

I love that.

Right now it is 4:41 in the afternoon and it is pouring outside. I am supposed to read "The Veldt" for creative writing, but I just cannot stand Ray Bradbury. After 451, I think all hopes of a higher opinion were slashed. I just heard thunder. Since when does it thunder in Florida? Well, yeah it does, but not for almost a year I think. It sounds like nothing, reading this, but it is actually quite nostalgic.

On the drive to school today, I thought about the first thing I said in this post, and it just sort of resonated and I sat on it; it became much more solid and real. I think it really is happening, where I am not on the brim with things as much as I was back in January or whenever. I am We are becoming okay. Adjusted. I almost slipped the other night, and it was the first time I really meant it. I think for two years? Maybe 1.5. Almost, but did not. This is an entirely different breed, I am sure of this.

Thunderrr