World War Iii. And I'm Winning It.

Yesterday I was all doom and gloom, or more like fire and brimstone. That still tends to happen every once in a while. At least I wasn't depressed.

But the fact is, I absolutely love this year so far. Things are changing. I'm gaining independence, I'm going out every once in a while with 2 people (that's 2 more than in the past 5 years, yay) and I have plans for hobbies in the near future that will (potentially) open new doors.

I still can't feel it, though. "Meaning". What is that? How is it gained? Did I have it before all this started? Or is it true what a fictional yet wise man once said: that meaning is found in each other? In that one special person I haven't yet found?

I sure hope so. It's just a matter of time now.