Aug. 15, 2005 - 8:55 p.m.
I dissappeared.
I was staring at my reflection in the mirror and slowly I started to fade. It was inevitable. You can only burn so bright for a short while before you consume all the fuel around you.
But like the phoenix, I am reemerging from those ashes. Rebuilding my life again, one painful moment at a time. Knitting the shattered pieces back into some semblance of a whole person.
I have to find substitutes for the parts I have lost in the pyre, but perhaps this time around, I can rebuild better. I can forge ahead and not make the same mistakes that have plagued me time and again.
Maybe this time, I can be free of the pain. But I feel so fragile now, so easily shattered. And harsh words cut even deeper than ever.
