looking back.
( 08.06.2003 )
sometimes i can't believe how awful i used to feel. and how it was constant. i used to think it was never possible to feel anything remotely good. i couldn't remember the last time my inner being crumbled because of joy, and not because of more & more wounds.
there is hope.
but if everything comes tumbling down and splits behind repair, will i really remember that?
