Yesterday: "I geniunely like myself for the first time in what feels like forever and no matter how many scary questions I have for the future, I am ready for it. The last few months prove I'm ready for it. I like where I'm at, I'm serious about what I'm doing and I like that I'm doing it. I like the people I'm meeting and I'm true to who I love. I am proud of myself."
Tonight: "Hell is other people. I am no less fickle than everyone else. I am just as cruel and indifferent as the most repugnant of my fellow Man. I would stop talking to my friends out of respect for them, but that it would be cowardice to turn my back on my own weight. I can no longer be a coward. I must bare my own brutality. Or I should just relax and sleep it off. I must keep going."
