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Positive. Going to stay positive.

It's been a nice couple of days. I feel confident again. Ready to deal with things. To let old wounds heal, and end connections with people who are only holding me back at this point.

I wrote her a letter. I'm not going to lie. I miss her dearly. Her voice, her hair, I loved to run my fingers through her hair. I can still remember the scent she'd leave on my pillow after coming over. The way I could have just laid my head on the pillow across from her and smiled, laughed, and had the time of my life, just lying there.

That letter will never see the light of day. But now I realize that she wronged me. It's not my fault, and I deserve better. I would have given her the world but she wouldn't let me in the door, and that's her problem now.

Things are going to get better.

I can feel it. I know it.

I'll meet a girl that'll be old enough, and worth my time. There's got to be someone in this city. One old enough to appreciate that I'd like to take her out to a park at 2 in the morning, just to watch her and the sky. And still be old enough to not have to report to mommy when she wants to stay over with me.

Things are getting better, aren't they?