Gone With the Wind and Coming Back to ... the Origins of Disaster

I see myself in the same position I was a year ago: frightened, alone (or feeling alone), dependent, egocentric and (?!) with a pathetically low level of self-esteem. Too scared of being lonely, all at the price of not being free. Free from my own old self, of course.... Isn't that brutally ironic?

And what have I learned? Virtually nothing.

I can only rely on my ego who seldom sparkles and gives me a glimpse from time to time of what I really want to be.

Too bad....