Journaling is the healthiest thing in my life right now. It’s beautiful that I’ve found it for myself, but there’s a large part of me that’s allowing me to neglect the rest of my life because of it–horrible, I know.

Despite this, my intense optimism definitely still remains in me, which I don’t see as a problem because I’m starving so bad. I can’t blame [redacted ex] for not feeding me enough for I know my job here is to allow myself to be fed and more importantly, feed myself. It’s nice to realize that for myself as I now find myself welcoming life to take me.

Maybe I’m not approaching things in the healthiest way, but I think it’s valuable that I can feel my mind change and grow so rapidly. Life keeps moving and in turn, so should I.

The thoughts aren’t flowing as well right now, so I will close this entry out. Once again the wind is immaculate, and being outside is ridiculously intoxicating. I’m once again back to thinking: “how could one be sad with such good weather?”