Dear diary,
I haven't written to you in a while. Seems like we are lost in a vicious circle of hopes and freedom.

Berlin has been good. Berlin has been healing. Berlin has been a step forward. Berlin has been this big realization. This big jump to the unknown.


We've lost it all. And looked for it, looked for something new, something excitingly not dramatic. The miracle of living (on your own terms).

There it is, I see it. The poison. Neglect. I'm taking it off of my wounds, I'm squeezing it out. Will I need to cut my arm to survive? Will I need to sacrifice a part of me on the way to the other side?

Moments like this, I bring Hedwig to my mind and her memorable quotes.

I'll love you forever Hedwig.

Need some warm milk, and honey, and camille.