A bad thing about documenting your life (through blogs, thought-pads, diaries, etc.) is that when you read back, you start to remember how you felt when you made your past entries. That's what's happening to me right now. The happy posts make me want to go back to those days and the sad posts made me realize how crappy life is.
Tangina, I almost forgot how miserable I was then. What I've been going through lately does not even compare to what I survived back then.
I don't even know what I've forgotten first. The events? How I felt? What they did to me?
Funny how they've completely forgotten about it, too. They're just going about, prancing... you wouldn't even have a slightest clue that I used to loathe these people.
I understand now.
The meanest people I know believe that they're the nicest creatures on Earth. I exaggerate, of course... but who's to say I'm not close to the truth?