Felt extremely lethargic today. Couldn't get the energy to do anything. I managed to get some work done but it drained me - probably because I've been up since seven. I never do well on long days. Around nine PM I had just sent a video message to my long-distance boyfriend and was heading over to the local gas station for a hot chocolate when I bumped into the friends I see almost daily. We decided to hit Denny's for desert.

It was there that - according to one of my friends - we spotted my abuser. Normally, I would've been terrified, anxious, possibly have a panic attack, and then insist on leaving. But for some reason, I wasn't afraid. We sat relatively far from him and I sat on the side of the booth that is blocked by a wall. My friend was able to keep an eye on him.

I felt confident. Like he couldn't do anything to hurt me. I felt very sure and aware of my own abilities and knew that I could fight him off if need be. But it never came to that, and I was satisfied. I'm really excited about this but the late effects of my pills are begging me to go to sleep eighteen hours after I got up. Oh well.