From my teeny-bopper petty problem days:
to my lesbian phase (or so I thought) days:
to my mommy journal:
So funny reading a few bits and pieces of what my life used to be. Makes me think what could I have done to not have to experience this or write that or think this...?
And then I realize it's okay. I'm starting to find peace with who I was in the past - for if I wasn't able to experience those things, I wouldn't be the person I am today, right? And the present, and future, is all that really matters now. Just me and my girls.
I hope.