Dear Diary,
Some of the scars that cover my body are fading away. I have this uncomfortably strange thought that I need them, to remind me of this time in my life, to not take anything for granted, to never take anything for granted, to live one moment at a time. I have already forgotten the early days, when my skin was so covered with blisters, when I was disgusting, when I was bleeding inside, when I could barely move.
Remember well, self. Remember well.
stalled
dear diary,
it has been 2 months and 2 weeks. it has been that long since i stepped on the dance floor. i am surprised that i don't miss it. perhaps it is because i am preoccupied with other thoughts, of whether i will be sick again, of whether my body will be returned to me, intact. whatever it is, tango has become simply memories.
it has been 2 months and 2 weeks. it has been that long since i stepped on the dance floor. i am surprised that i don't miss it. perhaps it is because i am preoccupied with other thoughts, of whether i will be sick again, of whether my body will be returned to me, intact. whatever it is, tango has become simply memories.
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