We can and we did. This win for Obama opens up so many doors for so many people. It really is the embodiment of the idea that anyone can become President, or anyone can reach their goals, for that matter. Never in the history of our nation has something so solidified our creed, "We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal."

To have an african-american in the highest office paves the way for so many others. Never again will it be such a huge scandal for a black person, a latino, a woman or any other minority to step up to this kind of a challenge. This is such a breakthrough, such a huge moment in history.

And I was proud to be a part of it.

So all of these entries for the last few weeks or so have been relatively the same, and I'm sorry to say this one will be following that slightly depressing trend. I just can't seem to get out of this slump. I still feel like I have no friends...which is true. But I still know it's my fault. I need to force myself to stay here, to try to meet new people. But now that all of the "Get to know each other" crap is over, it's much more difficult. But of course all I want to do it hang out with my high school friends and go back to UC on the weekends. But look where that's gotten me. I'm depressed, lonely, upset, missing people, wanting to go home, not enjoying Miami...it's not good. But at the same time, I'm so happy when I'm there, if I stop I know I'll drive myself insane.

It doesn't help that prospects with a certain someone are looking up. But of course, this particular person goes to UC...so he's about an hour away. I think we are on the same page, but I'm sure if I bring up anything remotely like a relationship, he'll hit the ground running. I know he'll bring up the distance and say it could never work. Well what am I supposed to do then? I thought we had a connection. I guess I'm jumping the gun a little cause I haven't really talked to him about it, but he hasn't talked to me about it either.

Of course he's making this lonely feeling so much worse.

When something good happens, it back fires.

I want to leave Miami.