riffling through my old journals
I stumbled across some unsent letters I'd written.
You may not have read what I wrote
but I feel I still owe you an apology
for the nasty, hurtful things I said.
I was such a ****
I can hardly believe I wrote them.
I don't want to believe it.
But maybe it's good that I don't recognize the girl I used to be.
Maybe it means I'm changing...
for the better hopefully.
I suppose I've forgotten my past
intentionally.
Ignorance is bliss?
in this case it is.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
riffling through my old journals
I stumbled across some unsent letters I'd written.
You may not have read what I wrote
but I feel I still owe you an apology
for the nasty, hurtful things I said.
I was such a ****
I can hardly believe I wrote them.
I don't want to believe it.
But maybe it's good that I don't recognize the girl I used to be.
Maybe it means I'm changing...
for the better hopefully.
I suppose I've forgotten my past
intentionally.
Ignorance is bliss?
in this case it is.
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