January 11, 2012

taking out the trash

dear scary poost in the diary,

'poost,' is one of those typos i have to leave. besides, where i intend on going with this post,  poost may end up being the most appropriate word. anyway, what i was saying before, sometimes there are things that i write that just make more sense than others. it's like, 'garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage, WOW, garbage, garbage, garbage, WOW, garbage.' but then after a period of time, i dunno, months maybe, i go back and read the shit that i've posted and i'm mortified. i didn't write those words. i don't even remember thinking that shit- like how could i have written that shit? but then i'm like, 'well who else knew that shit?' for awhile i wanted to just delete delete delete..... delete everything, but i cant do it. i have far too much appreciation, respect and admiration for what i have accomplished and how far i have come. being able to see this mapped out before my very eyes is nothing short of a masterpiece really. if you are only as sick as your secrets, i have one very healthy soul.