Never go back and read your diary. Hahaha how sad.
I just made that mistake. How silly words seem when
read from an eon's distance. Words written in times
of trouble never really come out well. They seem
written by the child rather than the adult. Which it
seems is the way of things. Trouble comes and its the
child that reacts, pushing the adult away, wanting to
wallow in self-pity and retreat further into the hell
rather than stand up and deal with it.
Oh well i reckon it's good for a laugh even if it is
sad. Sad to see that even though you know better, you
give in to the child.