I keep taking bags to Goodwill.. I'm not buying anything but somehow my rooms contents aren't shrinking (I mean they are but from hidden places, like drawers and under bed storage). Also I've been sending cards. And reading Damned. I finished it today in a panic of enjoyment.

"Within me a tiny voice asks, 'What's the worst that can happen? I lived. I suffered. I died- the worst fate any mortal person can imagine. I'm dead, and yet something of me continues to survice. I'm eternal. For better or worse. It's obsequious little nicety-nice girls like me who allow aholes to run the world [...] It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enable atrocities."