July first

This weekend is a good weekend. Things that were once bad always turn around and force a smile to form on your face. Four more days of schooling and i'm in for two weeks of rest. Calm, training it to meet on lunch breaks, movies and slow starts on assignments. Things are how they are because that is how they are meant to be. If things were perfect than how would you ever improve? How would you ever feel a sense of 'better than before'? A sense of relief that something bad has happened and you have pulled through. You make me laugh more than anyone. You.