Fear and doubt haunted most of my steps.

I complained more than anyone above age 2 ought.

The list of settling in tasks is long and as boring as a grocery list.

I see the situation as if detached less at “home” here than I ever have been anywhere.  And that is good.

I have been away for so long, so I know that I can live without.

But I choose to want to know the ones dear to me.

I failed several character building events.

Not very chipper tonight.  Couldn’t find the words to say with respect what I needed to say so the book I was reading . . . isn’t so funny tonight and all the good words sound hollow. I said I was sorry but I wasn’t forgiven and I am not sure how to speak better next time which leaves me with egg shells all around.

I woke up full of ideas and inspiration, I sleep deflated and defeated.

I think it will be nice when I seek the benefit of others above my own selflessly, that they would know they are loved and respected.