I hate this blog. It hurts my feelings and makes me reflect on myself in ways I would rather avoid. Sometimes I forget that I've written something and I will come here and reread it and it will rip at scabs I didn't even know were starting to heal. Did I really feel that way in that moment?... I suppose I did.
It helps me to write these words even when I hate what they say about me. It's a form of therapy. I'm not in therapy though I'm not opposed to it. I don't think I'm ready for therapy. Therapy is about moving forward right? About finding ways to cope and move on... I'm not there yet. I'm still here picking at scabs.
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