Picking through illusions.
; Monday, February 7, 2011
; Monday, February 7, 2011

Today, was a happy day. I am still really surprised that it still hurts, that it is still buried in here somewhere. But somewhere, I know that I would never forget, since it was the first. Everything happens for the first time, it has to in order to start, or to stop, if you want to even think about it. It's always the easiest or the hardest the first time. But really, I'd rather the latter. 'cause I would then know how to deal with the subsequent events that follow, and perhaps minimize the damage. Or even better, just prevent the whole drama from starting all over again. Let me say this again: