I don't know. There's just this feeling that I can't shake in the pit of my stomach. One that's extremely happy . . . yet extremely scared. I don't want to feel like that. I don't want to feel like some kicked little puppy all because of the bad decisions I've made in my life. It sucks. And I'll let you in on a secret. The moment Leo texted me, I ran around the house, blanket tied around my neck like a cape, jumping and smiling, yelling, "I'M SO HAPPY!" Cece just looked at me, and said, "What the hell? What's wrong with you?"