Well, it's Thanksgiving in rehab. I was hoping to see Grandma while she was in town, but that's okay. I would've been in Nashville, still, anyway. My feelings are so mixed. I miss Antwain. It sucks. We hurt each other so much, in so many different ways. I hope to see him again someday. Will I ever find the right person for me, that I'm right for, too? One day I will, but how do I weed out the bullshit? Anyway, I just got done talking to Twain. He's doing good, as far as I know. I have been sleeping a lot. Slept basically all day yesterday. I feel better today, just sad. I don't really know what to think about the other residents here at this moment. They're alright. AND I have Pat as a therapist. :( Ugh... We'll see...

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