| To burn or not to burn.. |
[Aug. 25th, 2006|12:45 pm] |
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| | mumbling from upstairs | ] |
What to do with my old, hand-written-in journals?
Everyone says to keep them, that they'll bring back good memories.
But all I feel when I read them is humiliation, there's nothing worthwile in them. Just a silly kid falling in and out of like, constantly making an idiot out of myself, and careing about my social life.
What fun.
Lately I've been writing pretty dangerous stuff in them, because I assume I'll be putting them all through the paper shreder any time now.
I found this from a couple weeks ago:
"Sometimes we just need those days.
The ones where we lie in bed together all day, hugging and kissing and laughing and I-love-you's.
We need them to come back to ourselves again. To feel like theres still love and good in the world.
But mostly because it wouldn't be right if we were anywhere else but right here with eachother." |
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