When all this began, I thought I had known what I wanted. But now, I don't. And I realize that nothing is what it seems. I once, hoped for a time when the pressure would be lifted and I could find a place to escape the decisions, and the future. I had false hope.
Disclaimer
It is your choice whether or not to read this diary. The most I can ask is that you do not question me about it - I would rather not know if you have been reading it at all or even how you came to find it. Everything I have posted in this diary is what I had been thinking at the exact time I posted it. This diary is for me personally, and me alone. If I have written something you dislike: stop reading.
