1 hour ago
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
In throwing over things in order to survive I threw too many essentials. It is hard to eat. I am relieved. Perhaps it can be over soon. There comes a time when not dying isn't the same as living. Liiving in a fog. It is cool enough inside to let the shock take over. Thank you for the kindness, the gummies, the postcards, letters, gift and I am sorry that when ever I leave, now or in a little while, I will be endebted. I've spent so long terrified; I can't remembering going to sleep or waking when I wasn't afraid.
Posted by Elizabeth McClung at 4:15 AM