If I were more of a revisionist, I would probably go back and delete the daylog from 2 days ago. Why? Because I was writing in anger - something that I know I should not do. I obviously don't want her to have a bad time, no matter how upset I am with her. I'm not that kind of person.

She came to my place last night, in tears. Seeing her raw emotions was liberating. It melted everything away, and made me feel empathy for her. She fell asleep on my floor until morning, and while I was still awake I couldn't help but stare at her for a while. I can't help but wonder why people insert themselves into situations that create so much suffering. She is a smart girl. She looked so beautiful, lying there in the fetal position on my floor, in the middle of the cold and enduring night.

I decided to put away my work for the night, and join her in dreams. I hope she has a marvelous and fulfilling life. I hope the same for everyone. I love you all.