| I can understand how it feels to write such words, as I've done it few times. Never without feeling pain, or sharing few tears while writing, as the words tells the truth. For 5 years of my life was horrible back then... Perhaps I hated myself at that time, not that I was hated by others, but unwanted, discarded, as you said. It has been almost 6 years now but it still haunts me.
Only now I've started to look around myself, to the eyes of the other people. At the institute I've done it, and I've seen a lot. After listening the first weeks of few people when they were calling one with names, while she never was around, I told them to stop doing that. Even I didn't knew who she was but still I had to be at her side, and I know I did the right thing.
Sometimes one needs to share a little of themselves. I'm glad you do, and that I can do it as well. Now I need some rest... No fun being ill. |