Tonight I hit for the first time a true moment of despair.
And almost in the same instant, I knew things were going to get worse and better.
Now that I'm back at school, I have my Moulin Rouge! poster of "Truth, Beauty, Freedom and Love" not all that far away from my David Bowie of "I'll Survive".
I will never forgive you for filling them with guilt.
I will never forgive you for what you have done to the one person I hold dearest in the world.
I will never forgive you for putting us through this.
I will take him away and never let you hurt him like this again.
It took all my strength not to call you on the phone and tell you these things, you fucking bitch.
I would have called you that to your face, too. I may yet.
This summer will be the time for visiting friends here in the Northeast, because I think we'll be enrolled at the University of Hawaii come fall.
A place where I can use Japanese outside the classroom with people, a place where the tuition is nowhere near the almost $40,000 a year it is here, a place where we can live without daily torment, and an idea my parents are supportive of.
This is the plan. I knew I'd get good at planning stuff one of these days, heh.