Nervous breakdowns, eh. What good are those, really?

I feel much better today. Woke up with the realization that you know, who really cares what all has happened in the past three weeks? Nothing is going to change what is meant to be, so my sitting here and whining, bitching and feeling sorry for myself is only going to... make me feel worse! Life's still ticking, might as well make the most out of it, no matter what it throws at me. Maybe I'll get back into photography, or maybe I'll actually start that novel I've been meaning to do. And seriously, I can say that I really do wish those two the best, and mean it. Now that I'm... calm... I can focus on what's good for me.

On that note, please don't be alarmed if I join the circus or run off to Kathmandu tomorrow.