Why do I keep doing this?

Letters. I like to write them. Hell, my first book was called The Letter.

It's just an easier way for me to express my feelings, because I am way better at expressing myself in writing. I don't word good from my face hole. 

But I keep giving letters to the guys I like, and that's never ended well for me, beginning with Randy Jenkins in sixth grade. You'd think I'd learn. 

It's just what I do, though. And sure, it hurts, but such is life. Maybe eventually I'll get it.

My brother was in the hospital this weekend, so that was crazy. I did stress eat a bit, but I have still been working out, so hopefully I haven't sabotaged myself too badly (she says, as she currently eats a cup of easy mac). He's OK, by the way. Still scary. You never want to see someone you love in that situation.

I have spent a little money, but mostly out of necessity. 

• Tires. I can't not drive.
• A bottle of water. Not really necessity, but I was at the hospital and thirsty.
• A DivaCup. My favorite bargain place had one for $12, which is really good for a diva cup. I wanted to try it again (I mean, you ultimately save money in the long run and it's better for the environment), so I did buy it. 

It was the craziest thing this Friday when I got paid...because I still had money. That's not a thing that happens, but I like it. It's only taken me four decades to get it together and not be a stupid person with money. Hopefully I can get my debt paid off within the next year or so, and then I really want to move. I need a change of scenery.