What I’ve got in my head you can’t buy, steal or borrow...but you can read it online.
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Sunday, September 21, 2014
I used to write
I still do occasionally, but I've just not been publishing them. Things about actual feelings. Things that I hope I might look back on at some point and cringe/not remember why I felt that way/laugh at. But that hasn't happened so far.
So I've got this teenage-style secret diary of angst and anguish. Not sure why I don't just delete them. Perhaps some day I want to show them to someone and say 'look this is how you made me feel, all that pain and all these sodding cliches'.