What I’ve been wondering about lately: There are things in my life I really hate. They are part of the things I don’t need to be happy.
But why, I’m asking, is it so hard to let go of them? They keep coming back as if trying to say something to you. I don’t get what they’re saying. No understanding of language.
I’ve pushed them far away once and it was good. No need to roll up the past.
I’m bored, maybe this is it. When you’re bored, you start thinking about things and stuff.
But what if not?
February 26th, 2007 
20:53