| Memory Lane
I am looking through the old journals for the Dyke Quotient test I had a copy of. Some of the old words are haunting me. As bad as things have been this year, I am a happy woman, far happier than I ever could have been two years ago.
There were hundreds of other ways I failed today, consistently, constantly. Now
he is afraid I might die. I'm not afraid. I might finally get some peace.
Even being broke and alone and without a roof is better than those times. I am looking through and remembering - it was horrible, horrible.
Found the Dyke Quotient!
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