SarathineO

Going through and reading my old journal entries brings back a lot memories and emotions. Mostly embarrassment but, nevertheless, they were entertaining to read for a few minutes. But, all I can think about is how sad I am. Things back then were just so simple. I never felt lonely; I was content and loved life. I never imagined that when I got older, I would feel the way I do now. Especially when I read old conversations I had with my boyfriend and he talked about my 'positive' outlook on life and how that was one thing he loved about me. I told myself I was happy for a long time, but after revisiting rather traumatic events in my life I feel

It's been a while. I feel like I should use this more but I really feel like nobody would really care or notice. Ah, well.