This is a message from me. To myself. In a few years' time I will read it just as I read some from the previous years. Smiling.

Nothing really changes. Unless you live a life of a femme fatale, you can't expect unexpected. Wake up, little girl. You chose a life. Stop struggling and live it!

Oh, I am such a fool!

Perhaps it is the only truth. Nothing ever changes. How can I?

I need help.

slowly

I am coming round. Again and again. It seems tidal. Tides... they depend on the moon. Do I? I have started to write poetry after a long break. It feels good.