bombs from the past

I was searching for a mail, and it got a word like “irritated”.

While skipping the titles I find one email from 2005. Twelve years ago.
Out of curiosity I read it.

It was a mail I sent to a dear friend. My writing was full of hatred, I felt bad for myself.
And I admit that I was lucky. It doesn’t happen so often to look back into your past and understand the change you’ve been going through.

A the same time I think we should all keep some kind of journal, to remember also of the bad things. To know which kind of person you were and which kind you decided to become.

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