Choked

April 23, 1986: I feel as if someone with very strong hands were choking me. It´s my life, that´s what it is. I am not satisfied with it at all. In between taking care of my Tia and teaching English, there is this great big stretch of time with almost nothing to do. I don´t want to think about Luis anymore. Being busy doing something, anything, would be helpful.To go on, but where? How do I know where I´m going?