I just feel like kicking off my red low-cut converse and running barefoot on damp grass and just... DANCE
All of a sudden, my spirit seems free of the awkward pulling-feeling I've had for such a long time.
The feeling of an open book with a billion more pages waiting to be filled with adventures and exclamation points of happiness.
That's the only way I can think of explaining it.
I feel more confident and I laugh more.
I miss my laugh, a lot.
Then, I realized, I missed being alone... like, today, in P.E., I just drew and reviewed by myself for a bit until I was joined by Henrich.
I love the sound of silence, once in a very blue moon, I just want silence.
If you know me, you're probably laughing your big fat arse off.
And another thing...
I'm gonna be meeting gothboy soon... (codename). I used to think, when I'd meet him, I'd dress my usual black attire but.. now, now all I want are bright, happy colors.
I think it was when I heard 'unwritten' by Natasha Beddingfield on Sunday. I wanted to cry because of how I felt, like, a big load of my chest was removed. I have no clue why.
I got really emotional and wanted to cry and laugh at the same time!
Not like me, at all.

I guess, what I'm trying to say is: "Things have changed for me and that's okay"
I'm still me, but crazier and happier. hopefully, it'll stay this way :D