It's probably because I lost sight of why I was writing down my personal, innermost thoughts on a public medium for everyone to see as it seems to me that when we're young and fueled by zealous verve and impulsive youthfulness we need to get everything out there and to let the world know exactly how we feel. Then as we get older ( I am, for all intents and purposes, an adult now. I suppose.) we cherish our privacy more, value quiet contemplation and perhaps begin to understand that maturity means being able to bottle up unnecessary and puerile emotions and to only sweat the important stuff.
But little things affect us because little things afflict us.
It occurs to me that I have got to stop getting so emotionally attached to things. It would be so much easier if I could just watch the things (or people) I love disappear from my life, accept it, and just move on without so much as a nostalgic glance back.
Isn't it ironic that it's the days when I do nothing at all that are the most emotionally charged?
Jesus Christ
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