Tuesday, April 17, 1984

I remember how terrible I was to Love at times. I could have been with him so much more, and done so many more things with him. I always knew exactly what he wanted from me, and could very easily have made him happy, and wouldn't, and didn't. What I wouldn't give to be able to do it over, and I can't. I still miss him terribly at times. I'm on my own private guilt trip today.

The whole world seems to be coming up roses for me. Mom's house is rented. I have two very nice roommates, a job that will mean more employment than I anticipated, plus it will extend my unemployment. I am truly lucky in this terrible economy.