Well, it’s almost The Day. Sometimes, if I sit still long enough I wonder what in hell’s name I am doing. Taking the focus off me for a while? But, you know… I don’t think that there’s any point focusing ON me forever. I am never going to be entirely comfortable with my past. I am never going to embrace it or ask it to sit and drink tea, but maybe it’s okay to be me and not focus on the past. Maybe no one else needs to validate anything at all. Life is weird.

I don’t understand it most of the time, and I am beginning to think I don’t want to.