12-10-06| 2:01 am
I always wondered how it would feel to be weak.
they say that everything up until this very moment has made us who we are but there comes a point where we must exist separately from all of that. I must exist, separate from you, separate from my past. Here I am, here is what I know: I exist and I will continue.
I am pretending I have never been stronger than this, thinner than this, happier than this. I am not looking to the past. I exist, I will continue. From here.