Strange

It sometimes amazes me how fast everything happens. I feel like only yesterday Diana and I were in the awkward stage of holding hands and not being able to look at each other when we talked. And now I can sit on her shoulders while she changes the oil in my car and think nothing of it. I've become so comfortable in my own skin. I'm ready to move on to bigger and better things. I know that's the most cliche saying but I don't think anything different would work. It's possible that, after six months, I'm finally moving past the "big R" and I feel like no one can touch me now.

I know this is my first post, and I've tried countless blogging sites. Maybe this time I can stick with something and I can finally get all of my thoughts out legibly instead of the sixth grader hand writing that comes out in my book. I feel like this is a good start for me and I want to end with something good.