It's 3:00 in the morning. Yeah, weird time to write a diary entry, right? Nah. Never a bad time. ^^ I just got finished writing an autobiography for my women's studies class. The assignment calls for a 'woman centered autobiography', which is basically your autobiography, told in the perspective of the women that have influenced your life. Needless to say, it wasn't very positive. My mother left when I was twelve, and left my family swimming in hatred, confusion, and a deep hurt. My father made all women out to be the devil as a result. I don't think like that, but I used to, and writing that piece of paper convinced me of just how my life has changed. Just how different I am. It's staggering, how many things can change and affect you. How many things contribute to the evolution of oneself. How the change is reflective in our experiences, in our dreams, in our actions and our feelings. It's strange that I've changed so much, and it's strange that my environment has been just as responsible for the change as anyone else. I can't help but still reflect on those who have changed me most. Shannon, most importantly. Erin. My family. Crystal, you too, if you're reading this. The list could go on from there. It's interesting, too, that you don't notice the change until it's sitting right in front of you, in words on a page.