
Each day brings now something new, something fresh, but these are all gentle breezes of the past. Now I associate my past with eternal sense of possibility, mental nudity, innocence in thoughts and actions. I was so like the spring chilly wind. Bringing relief. Now it strikes me. I feel the love again. I'm so grateful. Despite all of this I can't stop vomiting, even enough I thought I might be successful tondday I broke down in the evening. I fell. God, I'm like the mother and the child at once, but have a bizzare premonition that I'll soon lose my patience cause I let myself down everyday. And I dissapoint the others who believe in me, too.
Hope you're not so fed up with my posts and my general incompetence, chiz.
Thank you all. Hugs for Zena <3and Ana and all of you who don't ignore me completely. xoxo