Been doing some thinking today/tonight. I'm not a fan of thinking because it makes me realise what a horrid person I am beneath the facade everyone else sees. A lack of preoccupation allows my mind to dwell on memories I wish were false, not because they're painful but because I'm ashamed of how I behaved at the time. I've done things I'm not proud of, and although I can now sometimes figure out why I did them and my reasons behind them it doesn't make it any better for the people I've hurt along the way. What do I do? Run away and try to make a new life. Pathetic isn't it?
Guess that's all I have right now. Sorry it's so short.
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