So I'm really content. I'm really happy. And not just in the few-moments-of-things-will-work-out content, either. This has been a few days of just being happy with my life, and where things are at. I'm not telling myself that things will work out in some hope that they will, I actually believe that they will.

I look over old posts on this blog and it's like someone else wrote them. She's angry, and she's hurt, and she's lashing out at those who care about her. I almost wish I could take back everything I wrote, but then I remember that those posts served a purpose. A very important purpose in my life, actually.

I'm not angry at Fin anymore. I feel like we hit rock bottom a few days ago and there's no way to go but up, and I am so happy that things are looking up. I realized something: I still care about him immensely, and it was foolish of me to try and convince myself otherwise. Things are going to work out.