Diary of a Dead Body 2011

It's 4 am. I can't sleep. Last week, it was my sore throat keeping me awake. this This week it's my consciousconscience. You woul'd think after working so tireless hard on the case I would feel some relief that it's over. But I don't. I just feel guilt. Guilt for what I did to get what I wanted and for what I did after. I've always worked so hard, but now I think the choices I made along the way may not have been the right ones. I guess I'm still trying to figure out who I am and what I want to stand for.

When I was younger I thought I knew what was important to me. Work. Making partner. Relationships just got in the way. Look at what happened with Tom. I spent my college years with my head buried in a book. The only person I let in was Tom and look how that turned out. He stood by me all those years and when he needed me to stand up for him, I couldn't. Of course he hates me. I would hate me too.

I let the wrong people into my life and hurt the ones that loved me. I'm trying to make things right now, but I'm in so deep. I don't know how to get out. I just hope it's not too late