2008-01-29 - 21:47 EST
When I started this journal, I was sixteen, a budding writer, unable to legally drive, unemployed, nervous about heriditary non-sanity, and between my junior and senior years in high school.
Since then, I've [in no particular order] graduated from university with a B.A., gotten my driver's license (took me two tries), had two cars (both Hyundai Elantras!), worked four jobs (a drug store, as a secretary, a publisher, and now a bookstore), and am feeling quite safely sane. I've gone through my wild stages. I've learned where I draw most of the lines. I've dealt with most of my issues - or at least I can face them with head high and back straight.
Now what? I'm twenty-two. I'm in a wonderful, steady, secure relationship. I have a full-time job, with benefits, which I love. I plan to go back to school for my M.L.S. I'm soon-to-be-published.
I'm okay with myself, selfishness and hypocrisy and sophism and carelessness and all (because I've got good qualities, too).
I'm doing well. I wish you all equally well, even better.
I can now be found at livejournal.
I'll leave this site online. It's five-and-a-half years of my life, after all.
Thank you for reading.
