We will find our right to be.

I...read something. And now have something to say, but no way to say it. Or rather, no wish to put it in easily comprehensible terms. Either way, it just means I'm depressed again.

Yes. The same old things, the "could have been"s and the "should have been"s.

That makes this a typical day then.

Until then lilacs bloom every spring.

AnRu reminisced at 12:31:00 PM.