I’m pulling my hair out.
There is possibly nothing worse than being forced to read through an old personal journal. Not just any journal, but what feels like my high school crush journal. The years 2001 – 2003 are painful. And I want to officially apologize to those of you who have been with me since the beginning; for enduring the smell of each post where I opted to puke all over my blog thinking the contents might actually be interesting. I’m sorry. And if it makes you feel better, I’m paying penance now by rubbing my nose in my own mess.
Only one year left of archives to sort; most being dumped directly into my “junk drawer” chapter.