Don't fear the changing times.

I stopped lying. Not just about him to her, but about everything.

I failed a little, changed some and did better (sort of), failed a little more.

I stopped.

I cried.

I went through some fucked-up-in-the-head moments and realized how colloquial it was to even think that.

I told myself I was in love with her.

I told her I was in love with her. Of course I got rejected.

I cried some more.

I heard the truth and kept crying.

I told some truths myself. Later, though.

I found the inner depths of my soul in the least likely and yet most obvious place. It was nice but it didn't break my slump.

It did, however, almost break a friendship.

Then it repaired what was broken.

I wrote a song and realized that even then, as I was crying, that I had spent more time crying in that one week than I had in my entire life.

I made some resolutions. I don't think I followed up on any of them.

I was doing better but then I started to slip.

We made up. I haven't seen her yet.

I saw him and he ignored me. Maybe he's over me.

I realized some things that I should have realized a long long time ago.

I also know that even when I'm hurting, I can sit through the pain and things will all be better in the end.

All my love.