memories.
i really hate the fact that you can go back and look at old journal entries from years ago, and see how your life and other people who's lives you were in at the time were. even people who werent in your life, you can read theirs too. it makes me sick.
lurking rules.
but seriously, its like, memories you werent supposed to know about because you werent there and didnt know them. other people shouldnt be able to read how much fun you were having, and how happy or sad you were at the time. but you can.
looking back in my journal entries makes me really upset. things arent as easy as they were then. all the kids i hung out with, the fact that i was still at home, in new jersey where i belong. 15 and 16 years old.
i dont like re-reading old chapters of my life, bad ones i tried to block out. good ones then, turned into bad ones now, and the memories never faded. time just breathes and swallows, it never heals.
i dont know. i hope im different. i hope i mean something special.
its time to shower and go to work.
lurking rules.
but seriously, its like, memories you werent supposed to know about because you werent there and didnt know them. other people shouldnt be able to read how much fun you were having, and how happy or sad you were at the time. but you can.
looking back in my journal entries makes me really upset. things arent as easy as they were then. all the kids i hung out with, the fact that i was still at home, in new jersey where i belong. 15 and 16 years old.
i dont like re-reading old chapters of my life, bad ones i tried to block out. good ones then, turned into bad ones now, and the memories never faded. time just breathes and swallows, it never heals.
i dont know. i hope im different. i hope i mean something special.
its time to shower and go to work.