One month will have past since I left what it generally the bane of most people's existence.

What shocks me the most is how I seem relatively unscathed after the last two years. It feels as if my life has just resumed after being placed on pause. The main difference being that the calenders read 2007 instead of 2005.

I would never say that my life was stolen, that it was all a waste. At the same time, I wouldn't really know what to call it. It shouldn't be so easy to forget, to act as if it never happened. It really shouldn't.