The long way home
My entry for Lusty Month of May on pervy_werewolf has been the most difficult thing I've written in about a year. Of course, it's also the only thing I've written in about a year (good God, really? answer: yes, or more), so I can't really be surprised.

It's more than a point of pride to finish the month out: I need to write it. I've put LMOM in front of schoolwork this month, and I can't say I'm sorry for it. I'm writing my way back to myself. I feel so much better when I'm writing, when I'm active online, when I'm in contact with my lovely flist and when I'm taking part in the community, I can't even tell you what it means to me. What all of you mean to me, even if we don't talk or comment much.

I feel that if I can just get through the month... just a few more days... I can finally deal with some other obligations and do the things that have been weighing on my mind. I'm hoping.

Here's to new beginnings.