I wish I hadn't deleted a lot of entries in this journal..
My real life diary were stolen (some of them) , by my stepmother... and I will never ever, get those back. And those were.. so dear to me. At least here, she couldn't take them away..
2005, that's almost 5 years ago.
This journal has been around for a lot..
The life of living with my Dad, my relationship with Cole, my relationship with Max, my first time meeting Nik.. (and him before his disorder)
Just.... so much stuff...
Things like, my first day of high school, getting my braces off.. my poorly worded teenage rants..
And in my ones I had in real life, they had a lot of super super important things that only happen once in a lifetime..
I almost feel empty, because I can't remember those times.
I would never, ever want to go back.. but I'd still like to remember.
And I just.. I can't.
How could I have been so careless?
My real life diary were stolen (some of them) , by my stepmother... and I will never ever, get those back. And those were.. so dear to me. At least here, she couldn't take them away..
2005, that's almost 5 years ago.
This journal has been around for a lot..
The life of living with my Dad, my relationship with Cole, my relationship with Max, my first time meeting Nik.. (and him before his disorder)
Just.... so much stuff...
Things like, my first day of high school, getting my braces off.. my poorly worded teenage rants..
And in my ones I had in real life, they had a lot of super super important things that only happen once in a lifetime..
I almost feel empty, because I can't remember those times.
I would never, ever want to go back.. but I'd still like to remember.
And I just.. I can't.
How could I have been so careless?
