I'm really supposed to be cleaning my room. But it's not my fault that while I was at it, I came across my shiny purple box which holds my past diaries and letters and cards and such. And so I re-read them and what I felt was a whole mixture of emotions, I can't even say. Like, so much has happened and so much has changed. At some point when I read them, I was like what in fuck's face was I thinking when I wrote that?! Obviously not quite in depth but heyyyyy I was way way younger. But I'm glad I have them. They really bring back bittersweet memories of my days in primary school, secondary school..the friends who came and went. Friends who stayed. Boys I've dated, girls I've hated who end up being good friends. I think what yu've gotta do is put it down. Put it away. Put it in your notebook, but get it out of yourself. Away so yu can't curl up with it anymore.