i wonder if, after every heart to heart i have with doll, his ears burn. (it would be pretty funny if that is actually the case, truth be told.) another night, another contrition. two months, 11 weeks and 80 days later—i am still here. it feels like all i ever do is move in circles. when this actually end for good? recovery is a serious bitch. one step forward, one step back. they say that time heals all. well, i am still waiting.