Collect the Lonely Parts and Set Them Down.
Looking through the past couple of entries I can't believe the amount of pain I've spilled onto these pages. This has by far been the worst summer, or dare I say it, the worst few months of my entire life. To have such a summer juxtaposed against such an incredible summer last summer has greatly amplified everything I've been feeling. It's terribly embarassing, really. As such, I've edited some of the more private parts out of the entries, and have left the more tolerable parts for all to see.
Something I've realized though, while reading through these entries, is that I use a lot of personal language and allusions that you wouldn't understand unless you knew me very, very well. So disregard my silly idioms, or know that to someone, somewhere, they make a lot of sense.
I live in a new place now and I'm happy I moved. I couldn't stay in my old apartment without feeling stifled, depressed and ...old. Here I feel free to make new memories, to live my life with a levity and hopefulness that I haven't possessed since a certain day in May. I feel funny again, and smart again, and not at all bad about myself.
Fall's come round again and I look forward to a time when I can wear a jacket and sit in the park with leaves falling 'round me, wrapping myself up in books and daydreams. Wistfulness always seizes me this time of year, and I wish to revel in it, instead of my sorrow.
Tree of Hope.
Something I've realized though, while reading through these entries, is that I use a lot of personal language and allusions that you wouldn't understand unless you knew me very, very well. So disregard my silly idioms, or know that to someone, somewhere, they make a lot of sense.
I live in a new place now and I'm happy I moved. I couldn't stay in my old apartment without feeling stifled, depressed and ...old. Here I feel free to make new memories, to live my life with a levity and hopefulness that I haven't possessed since a certain day in May. I feel funny again, and smart again, and not at all bad about myself.
Fall's come round again and I look forward to a time when I can wear a jacket and sit in the park with leaves falling 'round me, wrapping myself up in books and daydreams. Wistfulness always seizes me this time of year, and I wish to revel in it, instead of my sorrow.
Tree of Hope.