I don't want to be at my house right now. There are a lot of people in my basement partying and drinking and acting stupid. I don't want to hang out with them. I like to have fun and everything, it's just that I can't relate to them. They act like they are still teenagers. A couple of my husband's friends brought over some very, very young girls. I'm sure they are nice girls, but it is very strange and awkward. I might go take a drive, or take a nap if they don't get too loud.
I'm having a hard time writing my life story. It's a combination of the unhappy memories and the fact that I have blocked out a lot of it. In order to continue, I'm going to have to dig deep and let go of a lot of things.
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