it's been a terribly long time
so much has happened. but not so much.
I wonder if you will take me back, little journal.
are you mad that I left you? That I had nothing to say? That I only come back when I'm hurting or down, or so full that I can't stand it.
except I'm not. not really any of those things.
it's just different. I'm all grown up. I don't cry or scream or put on a big spectacular ending to a relationship.
It's sad, it's over. I'm here. what's left to say.
maybe that's why I've left you for so long poor little journal. perhaps I should stop telling you my dramas and heartbreaks, and start telling you about my delightfully random and odd life.
I'll be back again.
I wonder if you will take me back, little journal.
are you mad that I left you? That I had nothing to say? That I only come back when I'm hurting or down, or so full that I can't stand it.
except I'm not. not really any of those things.
it's just different. I'm all grown up. I don't cry or scream or put on a big spectacular ending to a relationship.
It's sad, it's over. I'm here. what's left to say.
maybe that's why I've left you for so long poor little journal. perhaps I should stop telling you my dramas and heartbreaks, and start telling you about my delightfully random and odd life.
I'll be back again.