The past two years.
This time in 2010 I never thought I was going to be engaged.
I was insanely scared to leave high school.
I had one of the best friends I could ask for.
I was going to be going on one of the most monumental trips of my life that summer.
I’d finally gotten rid of someone who was an immense pest at the time.
I felt really good about myself.
School was great.
I feel like a fucking idiot for having gotten engaged, or even dating that person.
I miss high school.
I still have one of the best friends I could ask for.
I’m good friends with that immense pest now.
I miss that summer and have extremely fond memories of it.
I feel even better about myself.
I’m more tolerant.
I’m less sad because I no longer live at home.
I have a much better life in general.
I’m proud of things I’ve accomplished now, because I’ve actually managed to do a few things with my life in the past two years.
I have more friends.
I finally have had a job.
3 in fact.
I’ve experienced moving out, twice.
I’ve learned a lot about people, and myself.
I’ve gotten to try a lot of new things I never had before.
Ultimately, I don’t feel like I’ve changed all that much.
But really I’ve changed a lot, in many small ways.