It's been a while since I've cried.

Well folks, I think my little remission is O-V-E-R. Brief? Indeed.

All week I've been constantly consumed with this idea. I don't like to say things out loud, because then they become true.

I suppose I should be thankful and grateful for these four months - that was what I had spent so long praying for - a break from my Hell -but I am being selfish. I am not ready to go back yet.

It was good. I ran until it hurt, I hiked, biked, and canoed. I pushed around on my skateboard. I was even lucky enough to snatch up a boyfriend. I just hope he likes me enough to stay through what may come. Though if he doesn't, I really don't blame him. Nobody wants a sick girlfriend.

Off to sleep; I needed to get that off my chest.

God Bless.
-kels