I am going to start writing down my progress towards becoming happier. Today, I thought about all of the happy times ive had. And how lucky I am to have those memories. Many people are not blessed enough to have the people I do in their lifes. I may not have very many friends, but the ones I do are true friends. I remember the first time me and Brock hangout outside of school and we got into a fight at his house with salt and pepper, for a week I was digging salt out of my ear. I remember paint balling with Kyle, having just a blast all day long and meeting new people. The first time I met Josh, me Josh and Roger went to a place in Portland to pick up car parts. It was Valentines day and we were are living “That single life” And we drank sparking cider in the car. I remember the summer with Roger and blasting “Call Me Maybe” and me laying in the middle of main street at 5am with no cars coming. Me and Kyle Kuhlman’s always crazy shenanigans that always take way longer than necessary but I always have a blast while doing it. John, I remember when he had a party at his house, just all of us sitting around the camp fire, drinking and laughing our asses off. Milty, Our trip to Red Door Meet and the bimmer breaking down 3 times on 1-5. And finally iveemakaya, The times I have had with her stand out most in my mind. They are amazing, going to Voodoo donuts and getting milk shakes. Us in school. Me just seeing her in the hall ways and smiling. And I hope that some day, when I am better, and am able to be happy on my own. We can be together once again. But just writing this brings a smile to my face. And I know that it is possible.