The last couple of days I've been really angry, both at myself and at my parents. With the year ending. I've been sort of thinking about everything I have and haven't accomplished in the past year. I thought about the relationships I have, their status, and what exactly I've been working for. For the most part, atleast in accomplishing what I set out for, I've only partially succeeded.New Years is important for me. I'm not sure if its the symbolic nature of starting over, having a second chance at it all or just that its a time to party or spend with a loved one. New Years 2004, I spent alone at my grandparents house. My parents were in Pittsburgh.

But its not like I had any invitations. I was hoping and planning on spending it with Chauncey at his house. But it didn't seem as though he had the same intentions. Michael didn't call and ask if I wanted to spend it with him. Melissa was the only one who asked if I could spend New Years with her, but that was the day before I was leaving for my grandparents home. Through all of this, I forgot about my Wheeling friends who have helped me through so much, especially her. Max hasn't been online forever and its hard to have a conversation with both because of the distance.You run out of things to talk about. But Melissa makes me happy.

In 2003, I graduated High School, made plans to launch a christian teen magazine and a sports agency, and saved someone's life.

TO BE CONTINUED