memories

[slowlyunfolding]

I was talking today about my memories of high school, and having to deal with messed up stuff other than the depressing grind of homework, etc, during that period of time. I didn't realize the full extent of how those emotional wounds made such a mark on me. How it is still inside me, and still hurts. It was a bit of an eyeopener & breath-taker. Re-reading through some of my old journals from that time period stunned me with their poignant depictions of loss, loneliness, isolation and a fierce hope I would survive, and escape that small town.

I think I turned out all right, after all.