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... I'm better. Honestly. I don't think I'll ever forget it, god, I don't want to forget it... but I'll move on. Ninja are strong, ninja move on. It's what we do, it's what women do, it's what we do. And I'm doing it.
Healing... that's always been my calling. I'm not a wife, a mother, a woman, I'm a healer. This City's shown me the change at being those things, and for a little time, I had them. But I don't anymore, and I should be grateful for what I did have. Better to have loved, and lost, and... all that.
I'm moving on.
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I'm afraid I've been terribly neglectful of this journal of late. Puttering around the apartment is occupying, but there's only so many times I can rearrange the furniture around Tsunade-sama, who is incredibly drunk of late. I've also been neglectful of those I know, due to circumstances, and I truly apologize. I don't suppose I've missed much? Yes, yes, that was sarcasm, in this City, I'm sure I missed something.