Here we go again.
The girl that posted here in the mere beginning of fall is not the girl who writes to you today.
Oh no;
she is dead.
She is gone.
She has awoken and risen to a part of life she never thought happiness was possible and or attainable.
And that's where she stands; happiness attained and tangible everywhere everyday.
&& although she knows happiness is there the sickness that plagues her soul creeps in every now and then to take hold and to feed off her in every way.
The sickness takes her down to the blue and leaves her there to rot.
That's where she is now.
But she refuses to let the monster called depression win!
She will not let her emotions be run by a little pill telling her how she should feel.
No, of course she did not ask for this monster to be a part of her but she will accept him for who he is and deal wiith him by taming him instinctively with charm and wit given to her since birth.
It is a hard war but she will be victorious for she has seen evil at it's finest; she has lived in the presence of demons. She has danced their dances and sang their songs. She is bigger than this monster and must find the strength to move forward... She just must. For pure simple survival.
