My birthday was good. Aunt came over with my baby cousins and one of the neighbor kids (she’s a sweetheart, even if she likes giving me shit, that’s how we act with each other), along with some balloons and a beautiful card (mini Bundt cakes too, but the balloons had the names of the kids on them, including the nicknames Mom and I called them, and the card was just beautiful). Friend from Connecticut sent a cake (with “Happy Birthday Stessie” on it) and a jug of tea I like.

I dreamt of Mom too. I wish I’d been able to lucid dream, but I know that will come soon. We ran errands and just spent time together…

Shit is gonna start going my way, one way or the other. I’m tired of all of this. I’m scared, but I know it will be okay. I’m strong… I think, I mean I’ve made it this long right?