[Rigel]

Dear Diary,

I think I may have gotten a job today, but I won't know until Friday or Monday. I remember when I used to have this voice in my head that told me nothing I did would ever be successful or 'enough'. It's still occasionally there, nagging just a little, whining at me for trying after I've failed. I'm getting better, though. I'm doing better than I ever thought I would. I wonder if you still think of me. You once told me I was so 'down to Earth' and I was just a kid, so I blushed and smiled and thanked you as I countered it with negativity. I think I'm beginning to see some of what you saw in me now. I don't really miss you. I don't think we can walk next to each other anymore, because our hearts are so far away. But that's okay. You were a part of my life, a phase I went through. You were everything to me once, back when my world was small. I loved you. I hope that you think of me with a smile now, and not any of the melancholy with which I think of you. I hope your girlfriend is doing okay. I hope your daughter is doing okay. I hope you're doing okay. Thank you for believing in me. The little you expected of me then was more than I expected from myself, and because I wanted to impress you, I worked hard. Slowly it became something I did for myself, rather than for you. You were my catalyst for growth. I can't ever repay that, but I don't think you knew you were doing it. And that's alright. I hope life treats you well. Don't ever forget that you have the power to change the way you see the world around you. Be braver than you think you can be and you'll surprise yourself. Do the right thing for that girl you're with. Take care of your daughter and talk to your family.

I'm doing just fine.

Love,
Me.