Time

I'm doing better.

I told Peter everything and he was very sympathetic. He's going to be living with Mark this year; it was strangely comforting to know that Peter understood my side of the story. He insisted this wasn't my fault. Unfortunately, Peter's girlfriend hates [the idea of] me so I probably won't be able to see him much. He promised we could secretly hang out sometime. Haha.

There are other things that have helped me too. Like being around old friends, going to church, and my impending return to Provo. I have so many amazing friends there, and I'm really looking forward to meeting new ones. I've made up my mind--I'm going to be aggressive in my attempts to make new friends--I'm going to be social and try to be friends with as many people as possible. I want to go on dates and possibly find a guy to date. As much as I love it here, I don't feel like my life is progressing. I'm done with vacation; it's time to get back to work and fun and college life.

I'm gaining back my strength, and my anger is gone. I still feel sad sometimes when I think about Mark, but each day it hurts less and less. I know I'm above all this, and I know I'm in control. Life keeps going. I've been hurt before, and I'm bound to get hurt again. I guess I just wish things had gone more smoothly.

Things are turning around. I'm getting my hair cut and colored today (it's about freaking time), then I'm hanging out with Pete (not Peter) tomorrow, then Julie is flying in on Wednesday. Saturday I return to Provo, and I'll get to see Charlie again.

I had wanted to finish my other blog this summer--the one about Charlie and I--but that hasn't happened. I just have to be in the right mood for that. I'm not too worried though. I will finish it eventually.

Things always work out in the end.