My PC had a glitch… well it’s been glitchy for about a year now. My diary from OD is gone. Deleted. No longer there. Over 10 years of writing… of memories and feelings… letters to Dante, angry entries, entries of feeling that my world was falling apart. Everything… is gone.
And yet I don’t feel horrible. I don’t have a feeling of loss because the memories and feelings that were truly important are still there inside of me. The important letters that I wrote my son were printed out, the poems that truly meant something were put in a book. There are memories that I will never forget, pain, hurt, betrayal… but also the feeling of love, the feeling of passion and moving forward blindly because I felt so confident.
I sit here and simply remember and what I remember most are the good things and that’s how I want it to be :) so losing my old diary isn’t the end of the world, because I’ll always remember the things that are still with me, the things that matter most.
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