Sometimes I feel like I've run out of things to say.

I used to be so dependent on this journal as a way of expressing myself and as a way of communicating with others. That seems so alien to me now.

I really feel that this has been a great year for me in terms of growth. I now have a real feeling of independence. I'm not relying on other people for validation in every thing that I do. I know that I'm going to screw up; I know that I have made a royal jackass of myself time and time again, and I know that I will continue to do so. But I think I've come to a point where I've realized all my mistakes are my own, and that's really something.

I've also realized the true weight of words. I have said more than my share of hurtful things, and I have had to eat each and every single one of those words. And I can tell you, it's not an easy thing to swallow.

I guess I do have more to say after all.