last night was good. feeling a little like people again; that’s something i haven’t felt in a long while. it wasn’t the good old times, but it was close enough to keep me warm the next morning.<\/p>\n
it’s possible i’m working my way towards fixing my self up. towards an easy mind and lighter limbs. clear eyes and wide smiles. what more could a girl want?<\/p>\n
i forget what it is i sat down to write. every thought i have is part of something larger, disjointed and too incomplete for me to express. or maybe not.<\/p>\n
maybe i’ll try. point form.\n<\/p>\n
\nevery time james and i face off, things get clearer. i am greatful to and for him.<\/p>\n
i’ve stopped hiding from the world. friends, family, work, school, karate. it’s only been a couple of days, but those days have been a change. i spent time with my anna today. i wasn’t scared, of her or of ian, or of class. i went to class. baby steps. <\/p>\n
i remembered how much na and i have in common. we giggled like schoolgirls.<\/p>\n
my restlessness will pass. my cravings will quiet down eventually. food, cigarettes, alcohol, destructive appetites… i blame the time of year, and thank the extra weight that keeps impulse from becoming temptation or, heaven forefend, indulgence. i am weak willed.\n<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
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last night was good. feeling a little like people again; that’s something i haven’t felt in a long while. it wasn’t the good old times, but it was close enough to keep me warm the next morning. it’s possible i’m … Continue reading