Old Stuff
I spent a few hours tonight looking over the old journal and deviantart site reminiscing about the past few years. My thoughts and feelings have changed since then and reading some of the stuff was actually difficult. It's hard to believe I once held in that much hate and sadness. The old poetry was particurally depressing. When I wrote it was either out of sadness or pain, mainly pain. Reading it all took me back and I'd rather not have those feelings again. It took me a long time to move past those emotions and it would not be good to set myself in that position again. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I was headed back in that direction - not at all. It would take a lot more than reading old stuff to ever set me back that far, or at all. I'm honestly happy now, in so many ways I never thought I could be. Parts of me are still not 100% happy but I don't think it's normal for every part of a person to be happy. If you are never sad, never angry, how can you ever truly know happiness? You can't find out what's good if you don't have something to compare it to. I don't really know where I was headed with this post but I'm tired so I think it's time for me to head off to bed.
posted by Anne @ 1:50 AM
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