Monica learned something about me today–I didn’t like Fight Club. I’m not too clear-minded at the moment. Only fragments of today’s outing exist. I’ll write more about this tomorrow.

I think my depression is clearing up. There are days when I just want to end this. But those are becoming fewer. I don’t like myself, but I’m learning to love myself. I’m learning how to understand myself. And maybe, one day, I’ll learn how to accept myself. And maybe then, someone will finally do the same for me.

Am I ready to move on? No. I don’t think so. I don’t think I ever will. Some say time cures all, but a broken heart never mends. Not really.

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