It's raining in New York City, and, I wish it would stay this way forever.  I love the rain, thunder and lightning. I woke up to the sound of thunder and the pitter-patter on the window sill.  It's been sunny for days and, I hate the sun. But, there is only one thing I love more than rain: winter. It was then when the intense longing for winter began.

Just as I feel about adoption of children by opposite sex couples. Raising children is a beautiful thing. Adopting is an even more beautiful thing. How dare anyone deny another's right to happiness based on sexual orientation?
   

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June 28th, 2007.
    This was around my last day of high school. I had an extremely shaky and horrible senior year. By January 2007, I had completely lost it, to say the least. Between March and May, I had been hospitalized for about a month. What was worse was that, while I was hospitalized, all hell broke loose and there were rumors, broken pieces and lost friends.
    The last month and a half of school was wretched. I was embarrassed, yet, forced to go to my prom and graduation. My friends were scared of me, I was embarrassed to face my teachers and I was too overwhelmed by the whole situation to talk to anyone. The only friend who still talked to me, did so, out of pitty.
    But, in hindsight, I realize that I might have still been manic upon being discharged from the hospital which, may have been a good thing. The inflated self-esteem kept me from completely imploding once I went back to school.
    Looking back, I believe that this experience brought me one step closer to understanding madness. Perhaps my knowledge of this might help someone else. Finally, something productive has come out of my instability and obsession with psychiatry.
    My last day of school was the last I saw of my school and, I am determined to never go back. I remember talking to my homeroom teacher, who had also been my senior/freshman English teacher and friend for the four years I was there; she said something like, "you've made it."
    Now, almost a year later, I've made up with most of those friends and I'm on my way to cleaning up the mess my "episode" caused about a year ago. I'm going to therapy, keeping myself sane, and trying my best to take control of my life.
    I would NEVER go back to my life a year ago. But, I think it was necessay to make me the person I am now.
    So, a lot has changed over the last year; that happens when you're only 19. More has changed over the past two years. Although I have a long way to go, I would describe myself as more mature, more able to face the world, and (dare I say) closer to being a well-adjusted person.

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