It's 2am.  I'm sitting here listening to new Hawksley, eating snap peas, and drinking coffee such a weird yet fulfilling combination.  It's back to working nights for me.  Five this week.  It's funny when people say the nights are long, because when you work them they sure in the heck are.  Being stuck in my mind a lot of the time doesn't do me any good.  I keep thinking about a conversation my sister and I had.  She thinks she knows.  She thinks that it's all cut and dry.  The answers straight forward and simple.  I wish I could show her.  I wish I could guard her.  Oh well, she'll find out someday what it's really like out there. 

I've had to share my story a couple times in the past few days.  It's weird to go back there.  I feel like such a different person.  I shake my head because I can't believe that I felt so trapped.  Trapped by the stereo types and ideas that held me capture.  I feel ashamed and even though some sort of justice was served I feel dissatisfied with the outcome as if something more should have been done.  He walked away with no apology given, still thinking he was right.  I just hope he meets his match one day.  I guess that's the human side of me seeking some sort of revenge. 

Letting go.... moving on.... learning... wishing.