One Step at a Time

Finally, I am better. I'm not saying I'm already good and happy, but I'm better; better than last week and two weeks ago.

There are changes that I still have to get used to, but I'll survive. I feel like I've gone through the worst already, thank God. (I hope I didn't just jinx myself.) Somehow, I feel like I could already predict what's going to happen, so I'm trying to prepare myself already.

So is this how moving on really feels like? I guess so. I just have to steer clear of things that remind me of everything that happened, and I'll be fine.