"She fought it. She recovered. Years helped her reach the day when she could face her emotions indifferently, then the day when she felt no necessity to face them. It was finished..."

I am able to go to the stores and listen to the songs and feel nothing. That is good.

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
Emily Dickinson

After great pain, a formal feeling comes
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Toombs
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?

I want my innocence back. Please give it back to me, someone.

Very odd to go back through these entries. I'm not the person I once was. The woman in this story died at some point during the saga, and the person who wrote the story for you and is compiling it now, me, is an entirely different person.

There ain't no answer. There ain't going to be any answer. There never has been an answer. That's the answer.
--Gertrude Stein.

Friendly reminder: This journal is friends-only mostly. If you want to read the sad and angsty Chaps:1-24 add-me/add-you thingy has to take place.

New friends can save scrolling time by going directly to the Memories to find all chaps of the story separated from the journal stuff ( Read more... )

I miss Pinko sometimes. The poor gal.

I encourage you to write your story, but a definitive ending on it, close the book and shelve it. It works. Even though the writing part is very very hard I am now left with nothing much to say on the subject.

Don't worry if it is good, or if you got the grammar right.

My life is too boring to have a secret journal.