lost touch.

I have not written in a long while. When I re-read what I had written months ago, it made me cringe. It also made me regret that I had chosen to write in my name. But for whatever cringe-worthy emotions and thoughts that I had poured forth, I do not think that I would want to erase them. They remind me of what happened, and that is important when memories are temporal things to me these days.
Many things, once slightly out of reach, have become accessible.And the freedom that I have now is so refreshing and liberating.I wish only that I did this earlier.

ps. i officially have 4 more papers to go.