||[Aug. 13th, 2009|02:22 am]
§Blood Stained Snow§
Tidying the house this week. I am absolutely awful at tidying. Damo wants to throw everything away. I have to re-read everything in detail before deciding to keep it anyway. I've finally thrown away all the birthday/christmas/good luck cards I've collected since my 18th birthday. Except one. No two. Both are from the same people. Zoe and Ricky give me awesome cards. One has a book of first words attached to it, and the fairy door birthday present they gave me that year too. The other is a painted snow scene which I love.|
I really like to reminisce about things that have been, and can lose myself for hours doing this. My memories always make the past seem like such a good time. My diaries tell a completely different story. It's funny how full of self-hatred I am. Apparently I carried a lot of anger in me during my late teenage years. The number of entries that referenced self-harm and suicide...ridiculous really.
It's funnier still how the self-hatred doesn't go away all that easily.