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Feeling differently now. Not so wounded and lost. *slow shake of the head* It's strange, looking back on that... I responded to things as if I was a child... lashing out with fear instead of reasoning, looking for my own way out. I'm not sure why I behaved that way, but it unsettles me slightly.
I like to think that I don't need rescued by another all the time, that I have the strength to endure what comes my way, short of death itself and even meet that with my head held high.
That occurance... seems more like a dream. It makes me wonder what changed, what happened... and if it would happen again.
I like to think that I don't need rescued by another all the time, that I have the strength to endure what comes my way, short of death itself and even meet that with my head held high.
That occurance... seems more like a dream. It makes me wonder what changed, what happened... and if it would happen again.