Someone once said that I had become a hero to them and that felt,
and still feels, wonderful and painful all at the same time. Well
I don’t feel much like a hero today. I don’t think a hero should
feel weak and broken and afraid. But then maybe I am because I
can say that and still go on with hope, at least I think I can
anyway. Tomorrow may be better than today, but nothing will
be better than yesterday. Not for me.