So it's been four years. Four long years since I was a freshman in high school.
Everything has changed.
And that is a wonderful thing.

At heart, I think I'm really the same person. It may seem like I've changed a bunch, but at the core I'm the same silly freshman girl, just a little more cautious and clever. In other words, I've gotten wiser. I'm less likely to open my mouth, but just as likely to go after something (or someone) that I want. I'm just as academic-ly smart as I was, but more likely to seek help if I get stuck, rather than stick it out and pretend like I can push through it.

What else can I say?
Now I'm here, at college, turning down seniors on dates, dodging out of Greek boy's dorm rooms, running around on the football field hawking balls for the kickers. Ah, the kickers. 'nuff said about them, for now,

Every year on this day, I like to mention what happened or how this started. But this year, I don't feel like it's an ugly scar or something to hide. It's just something I went through and that made me stronger. What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. I started this because I wanted to get close to someone I loved. There's no shame in that. I've let it go, pretty much. Sometimes I still wish I'd done things differently. But in the end, it all happened for a reason. Nothing really scares me now. So I will eventually push forward with the guy I like NOW. In the present. That's what's really important.

Also, I'm thinking about getting a tattoo. We'll see about that one. I'll let you know.

- Z'