Journal Entry: Wed May 15, 2013, 10:36 AM
I recently had someone very close to me pass away. I had always promised her I would help her with the short story she wanted to make, but it seems I'm too late. I've been lofted into a nearly crippling depression, the last thing I ever said to her was: "I'm sorry, I can't." I cannot stand myself because of that.
I never had anything in my younger years, other than my very few friends. I had always maintained a system of trust that was based on keeping my word. I had promised her that I would help her "soon" I was set to help her recently, then I learned she had died. I had broken the very thing I had based my life upon. It wasn't her trust that I had broken, I had broken my trust in myself. I had to do something.
Recently I found the outline for her short story: "His Greatest Invention" I followed it to create something I hope she would be proud of. As I was looking through old photos, one photo was sticking out of the book, the happiest day of my life, the day I met her.
Listening to: My recorded audio
Reading: My script
Watching: My revisions of my videos
Playing: WHO KNOWS