I went through some old pictures today and it got me thinking. I thought about how much has changed in my life, and how much I've changed. I'd like to think that I've mostly changed for the better, but I don't know how true that is. A lot of my close friends have walked out my life, all pretty recently too, but somehow I still want to believe that everything happens for a reason. There is so many times when I tend to doubt it though. I often think that, when things go wrong, or when they don't go my way, then life is just out to get me. It's really not like that though, and I have to learn that if I wait and let nature take it's course, then things usually work out in the end. The fact that so many close friends of mine have basically abandoned me has given me some serious trust issues. I hate it because there is always going to be good people who come into my life, and I'm going to miss out on the opportunities of making some really good friends just for the sake of being afraid to lose them in the long run. Life is too short to worry about what going to be at the end of the road. I'm going to miss all the nice sights and scenery along the journey; or miss out on the people I'm yet to meet and all the experiences that are waiting for me, so to say. Everything seemed to be so much easier last year, and even before that. It's hard losing people who are close to me, but as much as they want to put all the blame on me, it was just as much their fault as mine. It takes two. I do believe, however that losing my best friend has lead to me to a new friend that came into my life. I hope things start getting easier to understand again, because I'm starting to get really confused with everyone's drama lately. Ack, I'll just wait it out...