William, It Was Really Nothing

    The fan's murmur drowns out the noise outside, and the soft brush of air is rather peaceful. Shortly, I will rest before returning to my work.
     I am thoroughly contemplative, and I can't help but think back through the blur of this year. In such a short time, I have grown into myself. 

"So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them." 

    And where do I go from here? I continue with life, I will work hard, play hard, and love even harder. I acknowledge that I am a dreamer, and I will embrace it. It's okay if I spend too much time in my head; this is where my creativity comes from. I wanted to prove everyone wrong this year- prove to them that I was something great. And I think I've even proved it to myself. 
    I have structured my life in such a way that I get the best of all possible worlds-I maintain my grades while still spending time with my adorably charming boyfriend. And I am happy that I've let this person into my life. I am proud that I was able to find someone so perfect after everything I had gone through. Our relationship gives me hope that our future will be I've dreamt of. 
    I absolutely love my life. And I am almost okay with who I am- of what I let define me. I am a lover, a dreamer, a designer. I can, and will always be able to accomplish all that I set out to.