Finally, the truth.

"People say that if you really want to do something you’ll make time no matter what. But that isn’t true…sometimes there is no time. No matter how hard you try.” - My Dad

Finally, I get reassurance and don’t feel as terrible for not having enough time to make things often. 

I feel the need to constantly explain myself. I’m paranoid that people will think I’m like my mother, who consistently lies. I don’t want to be anything like her. I know I don’t owe anyone an explanation for anything, and it’s something I’m currently working on.