1 year later

that moment i endlessly prayed and cried for has slowly crept up on me, like the sadness that has now been replaced by a sort of lessened anger, an apathy of sorts, and a resounding hopefulness for a future of my making and choosing. i was never powerless, just dis-empowered momentarily, and maybe i needed that to stand strong once again.

that moment i cried for is finally upon me, and karma did rear its ugly head, although it was far more dramatic and appropriate than i ever could have imagined.

i'm happy, diaryland, finally, and i'm ok (for the most part, realistically) with how shit's gone down. the universe gave me clues and i chose to ignore them so the finality of the situation was swift and near gruesome, but life knew i could take it.

i only wonder if you can.