So, seven years later, I'm here again.
It's weird, to think that I've had this account for almost 20 years now. And it used to be such a daily part of my life. Things are so different now. I don't have any friends, and I wonder how the ones I used to have are doing. The directions their lives took, the ups and downs that happened along the way. My life isn't nearly as different as I'd like it to be, but I've given up on having dreams or aspirations. All my "potential" is gone, there's just tiredness and body aches left. My family keeps insisting that things will get better, but I know they won't. I don't say that, though. No need to bring them down too. At least I have games to play. It helps pass the time between when I come home tired from work and when I drag myself into bed. Crocheting, too, but I had to stop that for a while due to arthritis. Maybe I've taken my Celebrex long enough to help with that, though. I might try on my next day off.
I don't know if I'll keep up with this journal-- every time I've attempted to post consistently it didn't happen, so I'm not going to say I'll try. And this, while visible to all, is really only for me. A little self-therapy, I guess. We'll see.