Edit for December 11th

Edit: I hate it when I'm right. And I usually am. So far I love my job every other part of my life is the mess I made of it.

December 11th

Forever I have been doubting myself, until I proved today to myself my worth. I wonder if today will be the day that everything changes? Probably not.

Nonetheless I'm content and very much in the mood for celebration.

This is (not) the end

Recently a certain someone with whom I feel very connected made an end to his/her blog. I was very sorry for although I know next to nothing about him/her I usually thought about the person as a friend if not as a kindred soul. And it made me think. Why do I keep this blog? Why do I write altogether it serves but this purpose to let everyone I love know that I am unhappy for reasons they can never understand in full depth.

Thus I hurt myself even more by causing them pain.

I wish this was THE END. But that would just be too easy, wouldn't it?