My antidepressants aren't working, which means I have to try some other sort of pill. Sigh.
I told William that I don't think it's a good idea for him to move with me, so I will be moving alone in December.
I've decided that I'm not going to write to KC, as it would be a waste of emotional energy and paper.
I am applying to Emerson's Writing and Publishing program in Boston. This is my first choice of schools. I am ready to move to Boston and start Phase II of my life.
Ryan seemed very excited when I told him I was planning on going to school in Boston. "I'll visit you there," he said imediately.
I wish I had been quick-witted enough to say, "Well, most people would wait until I invited them."
Mary is very sad that I am leaving, and I need to spend more time with her before heading back to Des Moines. I've also realized that there are quite a few other people who are really going to miss me, and those who will not. It's sad thinking about leaving, but it's something I have to do.
11:06 a.m. - Sunday, Oct. 03, 2004
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