…wondering if maybe this will be the journal that sticks.
or even if one of them should, in the first place.
i find myself eliminating personal pieces of history, pieces of personal history, lately. i mean, the diary-x implosion helped that out (i feel so bad for stephen), but when i get wrapped up in emotions (read: every fucking important or unimportant moment ever), i find that it often involves a cathatic letting go at some point. deleting iTunes playlists from times that don’t need commemorating, or that mar a time and a place so strongly that i can’t keep them. deleting emails…i dunno. it so weird how the digital trail can get now.
