There is good.

I need to reflect on the good days instead of just giving you a reflection of the bad, and my negative scribblings. And they do exist, though I may not give the most accurate reflection of that.
I mean, this Saturday just passed I had a fantastic day. It started out with a smile and a lift in his arms, and making a public display of affection and foolishness that was directed at each other but rebounded from the walls and filled the whole empty area with love, as well as rolled eyes from cynical observers. I'm a lucky girl to have found this depth of emotion at such a young age, though I've probably sacrificed other areas as a result. Just being able to bury myself in his scent and nuzzle into his body. Ugh, I hate that I'm so corny when I used to be such a cynic. Hypocrisy at its finest. But gosh, if someone like who I used to be can be transformed from a cynic to a believer there's hope for everyone. Even if this relationship ends bitterly - though I doubt it will- I can still manage to look back on these memories and draw a smile from my mind. And that's got to be out there for everyone, this hope in humanity musn't be fostered from nothing, love is real and common, no matter if you feel it young or old, long or short lived. Sometimes you just need to switch your focus.
On the twenty second we have been dating for a year. And it's been the best of my life. Probably coupled with the worst moods, but in general it has been an increasingly positive year and will hopefully have increasingly positive outcomes. I love him and I'm glad to have a physical reminder of that love about my neck and around my finger at all times.
On a wholly different note, I'm learning to drive. I'm really surprised at how supportive my dad has been in relation to that. He;s bought a car which he'll give to me when I turn 17 at the end of the year, and so far he's given me two lessons. He's been pretty sparing in his praise, but he's been praising, saying well done on more than a couple of occasions on the few hours I've spent in the drivers seat with him at my side. And seeing as mum needs to be actively involved in it, he's been talking to her and apparently his praise hasn't been at all sparing in talking to her about me. And my dad, if you can understand this, has very little belief in praising, so when you get praise you know you deserve it. As well, in my second lesson, he let me drive home on a main road with traffic lights and everything, which I suppose signifies some trust in me.