I was talking to my cousin Francis on Saturday and it occured to me how much I've changed.  For once in my life I don't give a damn that I'm single.  Whenever I'm single I'm usually unhappy about it.  I'll whine in some journal about being lonely and wanting a boyfriend so much.  If I'm not crushing on one guy, I'm crushing on another

I've been single since January, when I dumped my boyfriend of 5 months because it was a dead-end relationship.  I have had crushes, but I've been able to admit that I wouldn't enjoy dating the people.  Six months after breaking up w/ the one boyfriend I actually don't regret.... I'm happy being single.

I don't need to hunt for a boyfriend.  If I like a person, I'm not scrambling for a way to hook up w/ them.  I like being single.  If something happens w/ someone and I end up going out with someone, that's fine.  But for the first time in my life... I'm not scrambling to find that person... and I'm happy about that.