KitKatCs4

There is some part of me, something I can't even name, that makes me want to go dig up and review all of the old things. This time it was an almost 9 year old LiveJournal...seriously, don't they delete those? Anyway, I read it, and remember what a morose little dingbat I used to be! And I remembered the pain that I went through that incited said morose periods. *sigh* Things like that are the fires that forge the steel of your soul...or in my case, a spine. It took long enough, and it's still not perfect, but I can finally give as good as I have received all this time. I am no longer the little girl who will cry in the corner, broken-hearted