I hate that terrible sense of panic I get when I go back and read old entries of mine, and for a second I realise I have no fucking idea what I was talking about, at all, but then I think about it harder and it comes back to me. That's the risk of obscurity I guess. I'm dying to get back on that emotional rollercoaster, I know that I am better prepared to deal with it, if only given the chance. I have so much anger built up towards people, at some point I know I'm going to need to let go and feel the pain underneath it, but for now though I'm not ready. I just miss my life.
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