This still exists.
Want to know something?
I’m still the same.
Within the last post, I’ve done things that I can’t express all at once. Karma came back, and why, it wasn’t the best meeting. Cycles of depression, and worried thoughts, and the never-ending fear of the treacherous, “What If’s?”
I wouldn’t change it for the world.
I wouldn’t be here typing if it wasn’t for those events.
I wouldn’t be here lying to you if I said I wasn’t afraid of the next relapse.
But I am here.
So, let’s meet Jane again.
She can control her whiskey, but now she steals beer out of bars.