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memories
Wednesday, 14 May 2008

I was randomly searching for blogs today, and I came across the one I used in my upper secondary years.

The me then is so different from the me now. Its shocking, what I've been through. Heights and depths, confidence to insecurity, unhappiness to joy. My past was so foreign, it felt like a polar opposite. Yet I am unable to deny it. Those words, those emotions..

The cruel twist of nostalgia.

The first post I saw was about vj. And how she made it, but I didn't. I guess, that started me on the dizzying spiral into madness. Depressing, being depressed for such a long while. And no, I still haven't really gotten over it.

Regret. It poisons me still.

Sweet innocence of youth. What a mockery.

6:54 pm