Just finished the section of my diary that takes place during the autumn of 2005.
I feel a little depressed.
It seems that, really, not a lot has changed.
I am still basically lost. Wishing for some real direction in life. I know I want to be a writer (it's really the only thing I can imagine doing) but I still don't really know how to make that happen.
At least now I live in Denver. At least now I capitalize and use decent grammar.
I need to make things happen. How do I go about that?
1:48 a.m. - 2011-08-30
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