Today, I'm here hearing the sounds of a possum trotting around the backyard and thinking of all the ways I'm allowing myself to sabotage my own progress in life. I can't go on trying to please people, trying to say what they think they want to hear. But then, this was what I did all my life, and it's hard to think of some other way to act out of the blue.

September 19th will always be a day to remember someone I don't like and that had a terrible impact in my life. I guess it's like Frodo on the anniversary of his stabbing, it'll always hurt, never fully heal, but if I'm strong enough to go through this, the other days in my life will be better.