Welcome backI went through the folders of my PC and decided to read one of the very few diary entries I still have and found this one:"Now I am sitting here and I am not even angry at my pitiable condition that I don't know what to write. Merely an indisposition feels free to nestle up in me and will probably join me the next few days. In fact, I should be full of emotions, formally overloaded with information about me, but the only thing that's sure is that I feel sick. Everything else wouldn't be referring to me right now. It's simply trivial. My chair squeals, my wallpaper needs a new coat of paint and my room needs to be tidied up. All of that is easy to solve, so it has nothing in common with me. I wrote this at the beginning of September last year and I must say I'm a bit shocked and embarrassed. I know that I love to bathe in self pity, but Oh My God What The Hell? It was quite a hard time, and really I don't miss one single part of my teenager past but I truly forgot how self destroying I was at that time. What can I say, I'm awake, I have a new chair and I am definitely a part of this world. Mariam |
02:31 + 06.07.05
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