2002-01-25 12:29 a.m. It is late. I should have gone to sleep an hour ago. But I'm not tired. This weekend I will see people I haven't seen in a long time; people I only see once a year, if that. For the first time since I walked across that stage, since I graduated, I'm fine. I feel settled. Sure. They'll never know this of course, because I always act fine. But I'll know it. And that's enough. It's not that the old insecurities, the old worries, aren't there. Of course they are. It's just that I don't let them drive me anymore. I'm fine. For the first time, again. I'm looking forward to stepping back into the light. leave me a note, fool! | |
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