So I decided I was going to go through all my old journal entries and read them along with their comments. I've realized that there's a bit of a shift in the voice that I project through my words in each of the journals despite the subject matter. It dawned on me that I've changed. I'm so tempted to make this a poem, but I shall spare you.
There isn't an obvious change--it's just one I feel. I believe I can't accurately pinpoint it to be honest. I don't really know myself anymore.
The best way I can describe it is like this: I started out a very emotionally closed off but carefree person and now I'm a little more open but uptight about everything. Does that make any sense? I feel I'm selfish, and I'm also a lot more "touchy" than I used to be--meaning I get angrier easier. Even though I have people around me that accept me for who I am, my mind forces me to keep belittling myself to the point of self-loathing. The only way I can think of to react or respond to this is to ask those closest to me if I'm crazy? What's wrong with me?









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"I congratulate you on the unambiguity of your situation." -Rosencrantz... Or Guildenstern...
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"I have been and always shall be, your friend."
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As time makes me strive to erase the regret, the pains still alive. I will never forget.
you´re very welcome!
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"I have been and always shall be, your friend."
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John 15:5
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Typos. Sorry for them. X___x
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As time makes me strive to erase the regret, the pains still alive. I will never forget.
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Each man kills the thing he loves. -Oscar Wilde
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As time makes me strive to erase the regret, the pains still alive. I will never forget.
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Each man kills the thing he loves. -Oscar Wilde
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