I lost my job. As of next Monday I am unemployed. Next month I'm moving in with a homophobe. My dad won't talk to me. My mom won't talk to me. My ex-boyfriend's mom wants me to go to counseling to get de-gayed. And I don't even want to talk about my financial concerns at the moment. Let's just say it was bad enough to begin with when I did have a job.
But you want to know what the fucking sick thing is?
I'm so incredibly happy. I've never felt so complete and strong despite the crazy mess that is my life.
It'll all be okay in the end. Things are the way that they are. There's nothing that I can do to change anything, and as long as I'm happy it'll all be okay.
This is just an opportunity for growth. There are better days ahead of me.
P.S. Someone just contacted me about doing a photo essay on my life. Interesting. I think this is pretty cool and sounds like a fun thing to do. Very flattering.
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