I have a job. You know, the job where everyone is happy and talk about everything and they're a family. I do my best, working and trying to interact, I never know for sure it it's good enough but I do try. I'm also in the process of getting my driver's license, I got through the classes and now it's the "fun part" as they call the driving lessons. For everyone else both of these things are life goals. I have day goals, you know? I need to get through every part of the day and survive my own thoughts. I have to be a nice daughter, sister, friend, girlfirend. But today after a long time holding everything back... I was crying because I keep thinking how I'm not going to succeed in any of it because it's just... to much. Not only the real obstacles but the ones I create for myself. So... friday night, and I'm taking this time where I should just exist to say... I'm trying.