i shouldn't be doing this.

i pulled out the suitcase of "stuff" and started reading all my journals.
i shouldn't be so shocked at how things around me have changed so much.
6 years is a very, very long time.

it is still weird, reading things that i vividly remember doing.
conversations i can still imagine having.
then i got to that summer entry.
we had crayons and drew pictures.
and i had totally forgotten about that.

there's a lot of things that i keep deep down inside.
i shouldn't, this is who i was and i need to accept that.