Breathe

She left the window open. Maybe it was an accident. But nevertheless, a late summer breeze swam sincerely through it. It whispered through the dim, cluttered bedroom. She lay on the bed, asleep with the diary of her life open on her chest, pen still in hand. The breeze gave a determined sigh. It flooded through the room and turned the page over. The next was clean. New.
That's how I feel today. That's how I've felt for the past week. I feel as though a new page of my life has been turned over and great things await me. Perhaps they do not, and begind the next door lays disappointment. But maybe not!
School is not bad. I'm trying to graduate early but everything isn't set in stone quite yet. I'm somehow managing a job, sports, and school. Not to mention church activities, which I most respectfully attend...
Things have changed a lot. So far I don't feel any of the changes have been negative. I don't feel I should write them here yet.