I didn't know the price of one's happiness could be so high. I feel as if I become the type of person I despise. Hurting other people wasn't exactly the plan - it wasn't the plan at all in fact. Once again, the obliviousness clouds my judgment and makes it where I don't see the harm in things until it's too late.

So, with that said, things are otherwise great, I'm really happy and content and...happy. That's about the only way to explain it. Hopefully things will stay good (I think they will!), and bad things will clear up and life will be even better. Even as I write this, the storm seems to be passing, the skies are clearing and people seem more tolerable and maybe even tolarate me a little more.