Reclusiveness

Regretfully, I offer no good-humored, poor-humored, or any-sort-of-humored stories. I have been living in a reclusive state for the past two months. I do not socialize with the rest of the world unless it is necessary. I just don't feel the need to. I am not lonely, or depressed; I just find people increasingly agitating. I haven't been COMPLETELY alone. I talk to people online and at school and when I'm skiing and at work. But, I don't seek conversation. It is strange. I'm not angry with anyone, maybe I'm just becoming at peace with myself.

Speaking of inner peace...

I was actually happy when I looked in the mirror this morning. I have reached the point where I think I'm beautiful. The last time I can honestly say that I was satisfied with my appearance was in eighth grade. Then, high school hit me like a brick in the face. I developed some serious "illnesses" that lasted for what seemed like an eternity. I was not healthy, to say the least. But, thank God (seriously), I came out of that mental state. I can finally say that I'm okay. And that is a better feeling than you can imagine.