I read a notebook that I used to write in during my second year of uni. It was supposed to be for anything that I wanted to share, but it didn't really end up like that. It was basically a rant space so that I could have somewhere to vent. Kind of like this blog, but much more private.
Time doesn't change things. I still cried, still felt pissed off, still got angry. All of these things should be irrelevant in my life now, but they still bother me almost as much as they did when they first happened.
Maybe I have issues with letting things go. Probably.
No comments:
Post a Comment