I'm ready to find out. I wasn't satisfied by summer. Like last year, when my soul had been ripped out and my heart blackened, no matter how many clothes I wore my insides were frozen and I was always shivering. In some ways I only got better because the sun came out. If it had been the middle of winter, or now, I may have just curled up and allowed myself to die.
Nothing is interesting today.
But here I am. I like to think he was wrong about a lot of things. That women are not what they used to be. That women are becoming like men. That I am one of the last true women.