I Am Alive

I am alive, and what more matters? I survived my oral surgery, but I am not feeling that I want to put up all of the details. Or, for that matter, any details at all. It was over a week ago, and frankly, I am quite over it.

In other news, I revisited the horrid pottersues place on Livejournal, and found a couple of encouraging comments. It's funny how my heart still pounds incredibly hard and fast, even when I didn't read the older comments. I have never been able to forget the incident, you see. It still keeps me up sometimes, and makes has made me once more upset more times than I can count or recollect. I wish that I could forget.