Much Farther To Go

I’ve been writing my brains out for a few months. Well, maybe not so regularly, but definitely whenever the mood struck me, which has been quite often. I thought it would make me feel better, but now all I have is a journal full of pages that I can’t bring myself to read, as well as a better recollection of events I’d rather have fade into lost memories. I told myself when I had turned around on my ‘bad mood’, I’d tape up this journal, to be opened at a time when I can actually read the pages and not feel the hurt and disappointment that went into every page, every word, when I can’t see my pained expressions as I wrote what I did. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that writing it out, all of it, hasn’t made me feel better, improved my thoughts, none of it. It made it all a little more nightmarish I think. Know what? Never mind…back to “studying”…