Side note

I also have a lot of things to say. About the past, about the future, about today in general (actually, today hasn't been so bad). I want to say things to people that bother me or that make me happy about them. But I never will.

I guess things like that are meant for a written journal, which I haven't kept in over a year.

I believe the last time I wrote a journal was back when I was in Paris. I wrote every night about my experiences and what I did that day. And I'm so very happy that I did, just because I can read it now and remember exactly where I was, and the smells and different tastes and people. The only problem is that it's filled with side notes to a boy that I will never speak to again.

I hate to be reminded.

I would like to keep a written journal again, but I have lost my motivation to write. But all of these crazy things I want to say are weighing so heavily on my mind, I don't know how else to cope. Ugh.