I am nearly afraid to say how well things are going, aside from some emotional issues that I am trying to cope with... And I am worried about the he that the first half of this journal has been about. While he brought about his own failure I am still sorry for his pain, but he finally crossed the final line. I can't beholden to him any longer. I have too much wonderful to let it be ruined by someone so unhappy who won't let others be happy.
The quest for the book I am trying to read is proving harder than I thought, but I'll find it.
In any case I am tired and I have something of a date this afternoon to rest for.
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