Back again.

Hello.
I am back again.
Hardly can be recognized.
How should it go on?
First a brief summary (even though I am disgusted by such a textual procedure):
I have drunk, I have become more independent. Every day I have made entries into the diary which for the stranger are hardly understandable; I was often alone, sometimes loosely integrated, rarely but at least sometimes very closely engaged.
I have dared something what I have never dared before in my life. I still cannot understand it.
The consequences: up to now no significant.
That is the disappointing thing. It finished so well (or it began so well, depends how to look at it).
It is (mostly) my fault. Those strange relationships.