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[glasschild]

Apparently the house I grew up in was demolished by the fires in Montecito. It's Thanksgiving tomorrow and I feel so lost. I've done badly this year. There's not much point in regretting it. It was easy to be numb for so long. It only got easier. Now everything is hard. And cold. Not much point in pity. If I don't start setting goals to get my life back together, it's going to disintegrate.

I miss my family. I can't be with them tomorrow, and it's all my fault. I can't pay my friend the money I owe, and it's all my fault. Not much point in pity.

Here's hoping my climbing won't last much longer.