I am feeling upset. As I always do when I think of the pages from my diary which were like over 100 pages. I threw it out last summer, before going on vacation. I didn't want to come back. I wanted to leave. And I was afraid someone would find it. So I ...threw it out. I hate thinking about it. I try to make myself feel better, reminding myslf that a lot of the times I did not write, and he begning half was junk, but like the expereinces I wrote about reading was some that I wished I stil had written. I try t tell myself that I may have entries about those on my livejournal. I hope I do. *:{*
But I have begun to write again so that's good. Actually, I wrote the next morning after coming back. Just two weeks before that, I had a ton of entries. How would anyone have found it? They were hidden...
And I always think on like that. one side pushing harder than the other.