So I'm not used to the whole being happy thing. I usually in former days would take stress and internalize it, directing my anger improperly towards myself until it got to the point where things seemed unbareable and then I'd lash out. For some odd reason unbeknownst to me, I have not been as vulnerable as I once was. I have gained a strength that I am pleasantly surprised to have. Perhaps it is age. Perhaps experience. Perhaps it is the fact that the most beautiful man I've ever known still cares for me as I do him. Perhaps not as strongly, but there nonetheless. Whatever it is, I'm thankful now more than ever before. For friends, family and all the support.
