Diary entry.

Dear Diary,

Another week is done, another week wiser. It has been interesting; Tom came to see me early this week and brought up the accident. He says I don't talk about it. It's been two years, has it not? I miss my parents, dad's warm hugs, and mom's home cooking. How can I not? But I can't dwell in the past, can I? I have had to move on; the only way I knew how was to bottle it up. They will always be with me in my memories in my heart till the day I pass.

Growing up faster and fending for myself has been challenging; MONEY is hard, and it feels like I live paycheck to paycheck. Rent due, bills due, at least my new job is better than being a waitress. It pays a little more, and I don't have to wear a ridiculous apron. I know mom and dad would have wanted me to finish college, but I can't get into such debt. I will save up for it, and hopefully, I can finish my degree one day.

I started my new job this week, which has been challenging. Henry put me through the wringer, and I had to skip lunch and work after hours to get all the work done. I feel like he's testing me, almost like he is playing a cruel game with me to see if I'm worthy of being his assistant. No wonder his assistants have a high turnover. Tom calls it demanding; I call it insanity. I won't let him get his satisfaction, though. Not only do I need it to prove it to myself, but I know Tom put his neck out for me to get this job.

I met up with Tom and Nora for drinks at The Trawler on Friday night. The Trawler is still the same, but the bartenders are different. No free drinks like in the old days. I got to wear the dress and matching stocking I bought from Poppy Petals. It was fun catching up with Nora and Tom; it felt like the old times, simpler times.

Nora dropped me home after drinks, and I think she likes me. Maybe I am reading into it too much, but we had a moment, that's for sure. Do I like her? I have never been with a woman before, but I did have the urge to kiss her, and she would likely freak out. Oh, sweet, quiet, and fragile Nora. I know she felt it, too, the way she ran away from the situation. I know I will have to initiate it if things come to it. Do I want it, though? Do I like women? Maybe I am horny because I haven't had any intimacy in ages. Perhaps I should take care of myself and clear my head.

You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending. (C.S Lewis)

~K