Back at it again
I was looking at and thinking about the past. Looked at some of those old blogs we used to write. Really more like open access diaries. There was such self consciousness in them. And so much happening between the lines. Such scandal and dramas. Love triangles. I was in the painful part of one of those. Revealed in the words of a secret blog I was not meant to read. I had never felt such anger to read my own name. The painful betrayal of a friend. I can reminder just sitting there, the pain manifesting in my head. A sinking pit of a feeling. He asked for my forgiveness, which I think I appreciated, but could not have any sort of relationship with him. Time did heal those wounds. I don’t remember exactly when. It couldn’t have been that same year, could it have? Our senior year, I was in home school mode. Which meant attending two classes a day. Going to all three lunch periods, and working an internship at the local infomercial production house. I got a full time gig in April, and