Dear Diary, It's getting better. I just have this voice in my head now. That makes me sound a little insane, but I mean it. Whenever I have those thoughts, the bad ones, it goes _You owe it to yourself! You owe it to your friends! You owe it to your family!_ An inner- guilt alarm-clock that chimes whenever it thinks I'm a danger to myself. I'm still on the journey. I'm not there quite yet, but happiness- or maybe just peace with myself- is there in my future. It's so vivid that I swear on my good days, I can taste it, feel it. But I can't yet see it clearly. It's there, waiting for me. Waiting for me to get better. And while I'm not happy with where I've been emotionally, mentally; I know that everything I've experienced makes me who I am. Someday, in that beautiful, faraway future, I'll look back and be glad. Glad that I was so sad for so long, so I could finally appreciate happiness when I got it. Happy. I'm getting there. Truly, Me. 2008-04-27T01:26:17Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/28260 <p>Nice feeling of hope and determination in this one. I like this entry.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/28260?basename=58999 2008-04-27T01:26:17Z Stovohobo http://ficlets.com/authors/stovohobo <p>Very hopeful, almost soothing in its bittersweetness. <br />I know I&#8217;ve felt this way, small, determined, having just had a cry after a revelation about myself. Ready to move on in small steps.<br />It&#8217;s like that last shuddering breath you take at the end of a long cry and f\right before you say, &#8220;I&#8217;m okay.&#8221; <br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/28260?basename=57962 2008-04-22T01:40:07Z Mistress Elsha Hawk http://ficlets.com/authors/mistress_elsha_hawk