| Written by Diana, on 19-04-2001 16:30 |
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On this day I packed my belongings (books, clothes, cds, computer, and various other things) and started off on a journey through hell and back. I will never forget. they won't let me forget. Yet in a way, i feel different, like the girl who rumored to have gone to a mental hospital and no one ever spoke to her again. like she was a non-entity. I feel proud, exhilarated to know that I have been through this...this struggle and I made it out alive. I still shake uncontrollably from my meds but I enjoy it. When people see I revel in their inquisitive stare.
Last update: 19-04-2001 16:30
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