Ripping Up My Log...19:00
At the start of Yr 7 I started to write in a log as I found that was the easiest way to get out my anger and hurt - by scribbling everything down onto a page. I thought that this would also help me in later circumstances where I was feeling hurt or angry and look back to see if my actions then would help me resolve things now. Honestly, at the time it was a good idea. I felt like this book of lined paper understood me -like it had all my hurt in one place.
Yesterday, I was searching for my log. Not because I wanted to write in it, it was because I actually wanted to get rid of it. Even though this book 'understood me' over the past 3 years, I just wanted it to disappear. I didn't want to ever look back at it. I wanted to forget and forgive what had happened. Looking back I just realized how terrible people are in their young teenage years; getting into stupid arguments that you thought meant the end of the world at the time where as now it really doesn't matter. Reading back through it briefly actually made me laugh so much.
So I ripped it up...