We may be done with the past, but the past is not done with us

[left_x_feild]

This is a journal, so for the first time, Im going to use it like it is one. Not an internet journal, but a real journal. The kind of journal we all knew before the introduction of the net. The kind of journal you spill every secret into, hoping other family members would not find

Comments

[hatethejess]

That was pretty moving...

[plasticromance]

i can't imagine colton crying.
how cute

[with_ammonia]

I'm obsessed with my youth, my depressing childhood... depressing, yet I would give anything in the world to go back. We had different situations.. I was a bastard child, living two different lives: life with the mother - complete and udder poverty, but full of love and affection... & life with the father - disgusting psychological abuse, but in an upper middle-class wasteland. And i dont know if you remember this or not, but I was living alone, in my own apartment when I was 15... so I can TOTALLY relate the the stolen youth concept.

So... why the hell do people like us find ourselves reminiscing like we do? Why do we find ourselves journeying back down memory lane? Wouldnt we just wanna leave it all behind.................?