I think about it a lot. As much as I tell myself that I am better than it all, and I deserve better, it still bugs me. I've gotten to the point where I can remember and not cry and that is an accomplishment. I try not to remember though. Maybe if I wipe out my memory it would be like it never happened--I could be young and naive again. I could be innocent again. But life isn't like that. In the words of my friend, "You need to suck it up, girl, and keep going." So that is what I'm doing...sucking it all up until there is nothing left. I'm going to keep on moving.

Why are nights so hard to get through?