I got discharged last  Friday from rehab.

Savoring the air of responsible freedom.

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I’m such a paradox: I get suicidally depressed when people leave, but I shrink away from too much kindness and love.

I don’t see what they see in me at all.

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Will start my new life as a health buff when my  mom gets discharged from the hospital, which is hopefully tomorrow.

I’m back to being strong, I believe.

Certain things are bothering me still, yet I have managed to overcome them.

I can’t wait to go out this weekend.

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I’m trying to help someone.

I hope my plans push through.

I would really help big time.

Focus is key.

Exertion is the door to wellness and happiness.

Love is the driving force to everything.

These things I have learned.

How do I get over something?

I simply forget. I don’t mind it.  I laugh it off.

That’s the way to go.

For instance, I see your name highlighted in YM and it makes me cringe that you’re not clicking mine, but I simply brush it aside.

I never expect to talk to you ever again, much less to see you again and I shouldn’t: you’re gone anyway.

I guess the difference between now and then is that I will not let this loneliness win this time.

I’m putting my foot down.

My life will be a success story because I want it to be.