I have actually surprised myself. Once the novelty wears off, of course, its pretty hard to believe I came here with my whole life in two suitcases and 500 bucks. I have an apartment, two jobs, a car and a puppy. Heck, I even managed to find a boyfriend... and a good one at that.
Yet? I still struggle with my own inadequacies and wonder if I am doing enough. I'm still impulsive and I worry constantly because I am always worried that happiness is some great facade that will flee from me when I am too comfortable. I wonder if I deserve it and how soon can I possibly fuck this up.
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