I haven't written here for a while. I loved my trip to Norway, but I don't feel much like recounting it all. I've learned that with every choice I make it affects someone else. Maybe they make it worse than it is. I guess I have to keep going on. Doing what makes me happy is important at the moment. I hate the struggle. But things are really good right now. I'm going to be fine. I hate these entirely blunt little sentences that I write in when I'm pretending that I'm not distressed. I knew the fall would come, since I've been enjoying these past two weeks. But no, something bad had to happen. I knew. Oh well, I'm happy right now. Maybe these things can blow over, and maybe it wont. I believe I'll be fine :)