As I look into my future I somehow always see my past. When I close my eyes, it all comes rushing back. Tears of regret, I don't cry anymore. Somehow the child in me is trying to be heard, but the woman I am, cries at night, when I'm all alone. I've gotten very good at hiding the pain inside. So good that i don't feel the bitterness at all.

Life goes on, the sea of heartbreaks, and AIDS is just another wave that has crashed down on me, but still, life goes on.

Varee Suthireung
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania