*is eighteen again, and has been for some time*

Jul 31, 2005 23:23

...It strikes me that I was a terribly voluble child.

It's rather like reading one of my old journals, only more overwhelming. She would have been ill for about a year then. Judging from what I said, I hadn't realized just how ill, or what was happening.

It's stupid to write these things down.

I'm not going to keep this.

mother, privacy, childhood

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