So.
I've given a lot of things some thought. And I've realized how happy I've been the past few days. I have not once felt depressed, heck, even with the revelation that yes one of my cats is sick, I didn't feel awful like I thought I would. Like, this is my old lady we're talking about. I've had her since I was young, she chose me over everyone else. I feel there's some hope, like she'll get through this. I'm gonna get her in tomorrow, hopefully.
I also came to the realization that people aren't as awful as I think they are Yeah, there are bad people out there and I tend to attract these people, but to make up for that, there are even more good people out there. I don't hate the human race like I used to.
I'm no longer torn up over the elections. Sure, Trump's got thin skin but after seeing how Pence handled the Hamilton cast calling him out, I don't think it will be too bad. Because I am apart of the LGBT community and consider myself a human rights activist, I'll be keeping an eye on them.
And I've decided for good, that I wanna work towards a vet degree. Yeah, I'll have to take math classes and will have to deal with awful people. And then I remembered that I can report suspected abuse. And I can save animals this way. Sure the pay isn't bad, but I won't be in it for the pay. I just want to save animals, I want to work with them. But for right now, I'll go for the English degree and transfer to a school that offers veterinary stuff.
I think, for once, I'm actually happy. Not manic. But like a genuine, "I don't want to die" happy. I've made a few friends this year, sure they're online, but I'm talking to people. Like, I don't think I want to do myself in. I don't want my cats wondering where I am (and they do search for me, according to my mom), nor do I want my friends to wonder.
And today was just. A wonderful day.
Maybe it's the lack of sleep, but I feel great.