Dear Diary, No drama here tonight. I had a boring, somewhat relaxing, and oddly satisfying day. I had to babysit for like EVER, but that wasn't so bad. Then I took a nice long bath, which I haven't done for years. It was great. Tonight I went shopping and blew basically every cent I earned babysitting. I bought lots of fun stuff, so it was great. My family went out for dinner, and then I came home and chatted with those boys and my sister. One bad thing. I visited Cassie at Subway, and told her like three times to call me after work. Surprise! She didn't. Which is really too bad for her, because I was going to tell her ALL about my boy problems... Okay, maybe it's not too bad for her. She never seems interested in hearing me talk about boys. I need to figure out what I'm doing with my life. Not necessarily the next twenty years, but the next two years. The next two months, even. Something. I'm just...drifting. And it's kinda annoying, but I really don't know what to do. I'm a liar. Sometimes it's just so much easier than telling the truth, than letting people in on your life... The truth disappoints. My lies are those of omission, but they're lies just the same... I'm buried so deep in myself, so deep in confusion and heartache and shame. To every person I present a different face. To every person there are things I tell and things I withold. It's all different. Even those I should be able to share anything with--my parents, my therapist, my best friend--I feel I can't. Something will always be held back... I wish I didn't have to keep secrets from the world. WEll. I always manange to find something depressing to write about, don't I? Ah well. Such is my life. Or how I perceive it, anyway. Love, Lisa Ann