May 26, 2003 - 9:24 p.m.
The night at Catherine's house went much btter than expected. Altough it was originally supposed to be a night of physical pampering, it became more of a night of female bonding. So incredibly nice.
I never though that I would think of achool as a home, but I can honestly say that there is no place I'd really rather be, then where I am now. I'm so happy. I don't have bad days anymore. I don't worry about what the girls are saying behind my back. I don't have to, because I don't care anymore.
I'm me, I'm myself, and I'm accepted. I'm embraced, I'm loved, and I'm special. No longer am I on my knees, begging for popularity. I'm no my feet, defying the social rules and gathering quite a large group of friends and aquaintances.
My mom called me over to the window today.
"Look at your rosebush," she told me. When I was little, I loved roses. Still do, in fact. So when my parents planted a garden, I got to pick out one for myself. I decided on this peachy pink rose bush. The blossoms were vibrant, and when you pulled apart the petals the colors varied from pale yellow to dark pink. They reminded me of a sunset.
Then the plant went wild for two years, and it produced no blossoms. We thought about digging it up, but we put it off for whatever reasone.
So I go to look out the window. And the rose bush is covered in many tiny roses, all a dark velvet red, with a black tint to them.
Maybe I've made that same sort of transformation.
