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secret journals are like this: you write it but often you never go back to read it. because you usually intentionally forget where you put it. if you put it down on paper, inside of a box, seal it up and send it into internet oblivion or just into the dark monster-ridden recesses of your closet, maybe then you can get it out of you head. it's a last attempt really because there are some things that you delete from inboxes, throw away from albums, delete from cell phones, but they stick inside of you. to be conjured up at the most random and inconvenient moments. and so instead you try to vomit it onto paper. make it go away. there are some memories like this that i hope you never have. the ones that make you light-headed and make your heart seem to drop into your stomach when you remember, they make you ache inside. these are the memories we try to wash away. we find just the right balance. we cover them up with just the right amount of business in our planner of all the things we have to do and bury them under the books we have to read. but sometimes they explode out anyway - on the busiest of days and send all your sticky-notes and colorful reminders flying.
pick up the pieces sister and carry on because now's really not the time.
pick up the pieces sister and carry on because now's really not the time.