Dear August,

I can’t believe I could look forward to a month so much, but I have, and I’m glad you’re here. It’s just the first day and all I can feel are good vibes.

it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go

That was 2009. That was Until July.

But, August, you will be about letting go. Of things unpleasant, of all the lies everyone else have said about me, of depression, and I guess, of so many things in the past year that I want to just forget.

August: you will be about excitement and possibilities, of no more sadness, of fun and friends and thesis. You are going to be my stepping stone to ending this year with an Awesome spelled with a capital ‘A’. I have nothing to prove to anyone else besides myself, and I want to prove that I can live happy.

It’s like a new year in the middle of the year, and it’s good.

I’m starting the month right. Tomorrow we’re going to High Street, buy books, drink coffee, eat cookies, do some work (maybe), meet up with old friends, and life will be good again.

Let’s keep it up.

Love,
Camille