[This is a picture of me with a scar on my shoulder. It's healing!]
It has been too long.
I feel like I should write, but where do I start?
Ah, forget it. That was a silly idea. This is not a journal.
My hair is shorter now. And I've gone through many different colors since I last posted.
I feel like I go through stages, and rereading that last entry about the Secada, I feel what I'm about to say is redundant, but I'm saying it anyways.
I go through stages. I think I always have, and I think I always will. Actually, I kind of hope not. I hope this is the beginning of me settling down. I feel good. So good! And healthy. Much more so than before.
I'm talking with Sara again. She's a friend of mine, and I've missed her. She told me it was alright that I hadn't been around, she'd just figured I had made myself a little cocoon, and I wasn't ready to come out until now.
I felt that those words were perfect.
