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It feels nice to see the fruit of my labour.  I worked so hard to change myself for the better; to accept the bad parts in me, and to grow to live with them. I am happy that I see the way I treat myself in the way others treat me. I'm glad to see that I am slowly finding people that I like being around with and vice versa. 

Of course, I still am not done growing, but that just makes me happier. What better things are to come?! There are so many hurdles in my life, so many things bringing me down, making me hate myself and others; but I am glad that despite all that, I still choose to not define myself by them. 

Hate, injustice, indifference surrounds me, and it will keep surrounding me. I am glad that I am alive — both physically and mentally — to fight it. I am glad that I stand up for the things that matter to me. I am glad that I am not the same person as I was before. I will not be the same person as I am today. 

(This is a momentary glimpse of hope, but i have to record it to know that the path forward isn't linear)