Hey. I don't think anyone ever checks up on this anymore, but that's okay. I get bored and I'm updating the whole thing. Alright.
My first conclusion: You have a lot of relationships in your life. You meet so many people and you pretend to care about so many people, hoping that maybe something more will come out of it. There will only be about 3% of these people who mean anything to you when it's all said and done. When you stumble upon a real friend, hold on to them. They're hard to find. Very hard.
Next conclusion: I've gone through this tremendous changing period lately. It's more or less a "Chelsea wants to be herself now" situation. I can't honestly say that I've been someone other than myself this whole time, but now, I don't have the inhibitions that I used to. If someone doesn't like me for something I've done, it's certainly a good thing because I don't see why you'd want someone in your life who didn't like you for what you DO like. There's a big ocean of people out there. Who gives a flying fuck about the people who judge you.
Next. I do not like where I live. I do not like that they think that they can judge you when they've never spent the time to really get to know you in the first place. They don't give a shit about you until you change in the slightest bit, and then is when they think they know what is best for you. I'm telling you right now. Madrid is not what is best for me. It's closed-off. It's a dark, dark place. When I think of it, I often think of darkness.
In conclusion... I like myself. For the first time. It's wonderful. It's absolutely wonderful. I wake up in the morning and the first thing on my mind isn't a worry about someone commenting on my height or my appearance or anything insubstantial about me. I wake up in the morning and I know that my life is headed somewhere and I know that I can walk my own way without being scared this time. And that's exactly what I plan on doing for the rest of my life.