Year 2003

A brand new start, to a brand new year. A more philosophical
approach on life is what I aim to display, pleasing my eyes with each
new day. No more shallow scribblings across the page, my diary matures,
like me, in age. The characters are me and me, my two characters that
entwine and argue in my head, my close companions- my friends, and my
happy yet dangerous drug- my boyfriend.
This year will be the most lifechanging yea yet. My parents are
divorcing and I am leaving my house- THIS house of almost 15 years.
It'll be strange but hopefully a good change. I'll have to leave James,
but I'm starting the year with a positive optimistic outlook on my
forthcoming changes and adventures. Just what will 2003 bring? A
question each one of us is asking at this point in time. Well Happy New
Year. And I mean it. Happy being the key word, with my head held high,
and bearing the pain that is directed to me, I'm living an optimistic
yar. No more drugs, no more heavy drink, no more smoking. A clean,
fresh, HAPPY, outlook.