its almost ridiculous the myriad of memories that are evoked from random word documents: i was searching for a single piece of writing to reuse, and in the process of searching for it, came across hundreds of lyrics; poems; realisations; vents; diary entries. all of these paved the way for moments of heartbreak, confession, rebellion, vulnerability from back to year seven. i'd honestly forgotten about so much of .. my life from before last year. its somewhat unsettling. i don't know how i'd forgotten about all of this. i mean, its my life. yet lately its been feeling like i didn't exist before year ten, which is stupid in itself.
i'm sitting here, remembering who i used to be. its strange, to say the least. everything that made me who i am today, i think i'd just pushed aside and disregarded. i hate that i'm turning my back on even myself.
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