I was just reading my last post. Wow, it was as though I was writing so fast that I just decided to skip over every second word. That will teach me not to proof read my entries. Actually, I’m probably the worst for that. I’m usually so sick of writing by the end that I don’t even want to look at the computer.

I loved reading it though. I wrote it because it seemed like an important event in my life. It was. However, I can recognize now that I was being a big whiny baby and that I still have it better than a HELL of a lot of people. So, I’m glad I could recognize in my post the moment I told myself to “suck it up princess”!

I was actually afraid to post yesterday’s post. I’m always afraid of people thinking that I’m “crying out for help” or “looking for attention”. I’m not though. I seriously just felt as though I needed to right about Savannah more than the situation. And like I said, it was completely resolved.

I know that my parents would have a massive heart attack if they read that I couldn’t come to them for help. If I called my parents up and asked for help, they would be right there. What I meant was that I simply just don’t like to admit to them I need help…not that they wouldn’t gladly help me.

Anyways…I’m back to independent, strong, super me! Actually, I get pretty darn good satisfaction out of making a bad situation work out in the end.