Now I remember everything. So the effects didn't last, but I wasn't any happier. I'm not complaining. I told myself I'd accept the consequences.
Why did it have to come back as that nightmare though?
Is it better to be alone, or better to be with a family that isn't really a family?
Is forgiveness something that can so easily be given, or is it something one must work for? What if you're the forgivee? Is it something easily given, or something else?