Epiphanies

Due to my previous "who can read about my life?" freak out I began to read my older blog entries.

And wow, some of those are quite a doozy.

And me, being me, I went to my other-blog. Now that's quite a doozy.

But you know what? Sometimes it's nice to go back to my old stuff, even if it is hard to read and hard to swallow. Because back then, I used to try.

I used to be so open-heart-on-my-sleeve kind of girl. I used to be deep and have emotions and not get angry and feel things. I stopped being that person. I picked a new life. I made a new blog. And realizing that is a hard thing. A hard, sinking to the bottom of my stomach, hollow sort of thing.

How did I get here?