I created this to reflect on things in my past, but have yet to re-read my previous blogs. Instead, I'm writing again because I'm sad. What kind of therapy did I expect from writing something and not even trying to read it? What reflection was I expecting exactly. As if I would transform my life and become someone else by reading the past me. In honesty, I needed this. I needed to feel this helplessness because that at the end of the day will make me remember where I don't want to be. Maybe not so much the hunger pains, but this helplessness. Sometimes crying helps, but I'm tired of tears. I need to stop telling myself it could be worse. It could! That's true, but that doesn't mean I should just deal with these circumstances. I need to know it could be better!