I cried. And then I sat down and I found myself wondering about what in the world I'm so upset about. I came to a lot of conclusions today. Things that maybe I've known for a long time but didn't want to admit. I'm happy. I'm happy with who I am and where I am. I don't want to be who I used to be. I don't want to be where I used to be. I don't WANT things to be the way they were. I don't want the drama and the continuous fighting and the bull crap. All I really want is to just forget about everything. I don't fit in with those people anymore and I'm going to stop trying to. Am I giving up? Maybe. It's one of those things that nobody can ever really piece together right. All I want to know is if it was me, or them, who changed. And all I do know is when I look back on last year, yes, it was fun and they are wonderful people and I will never forget the good times. But in reality, my life was so much more complicated. Everyone was afraid to think outside the box. We were all exactly alike and nobody wanted to admit it. There were certain standards that went without saying, and if you didn't live up to those standards, you were screwed. You came to school everyday and everyone was just waiting for someone to mess up. Every step you took was being analyzed and anything you tried to do differently was "immature" or "stupid." I'm not like that anymore and I don't miss it. I've said it time and time again: It's the people who will accept you as is, with no change necessary, that are true. I love the true ones.