So I'm going through all my old school papers. Sometimes I find it's easy to throw things away, like all my doodles of the girls from the Little House books in the same style of dress. sometimes not so easy. anyway, i came across this journal i had to keep in english when i was 14, and i am so ashamed. i didn't remember how my brother and i used to fight. how i was so mean to him; how he felt like i didn't like him, and how i probably didn't think i did at the time. i feel so bad for that. he seems to have forgiven me, based on our current relationship, but still. how unforgivable.
i can't believe i turned this in. how embarrassing (not just because of the entires involving sibling rivalry).
i'm sorry, F. really really sorry.
ugh
About Me
- satchel
- Heart in Portland, Oregon
- Some folks have what you'd call an "interesting blog." ...this ain't it. Nevertheless... I used to write. A lot. Now I don't, but this blog is one small way of keeping that alive. Also, I like to remember things that happen in life. anthro dork who sometimes hugs trees and lives in the past.
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