Friday the Thirteenth. It's been almost a year since I have last entered something here. This used to be my space, I could write anything I wanted, and I didn't care who reads this site. Then, I got so sick of it. As if I was sapped dry and I had nothing left to say. No thoughts, no words, no feelings. I'm glad for the past year. I feel like I've grown so much. As a person.
As a young employee.
As a daughter.
As a young woman.
As a Believer. Lately, I've been thinking alot about the people I've hurt in the past. I don't know why, but these thoughts keep coming back to haunt me. There's this reel of film racing through my head all the time. I see images, faces, scenes, thoughts I wish I never had to confront. I hate myself for having these regrets... Sometimes, thinking about it makes me feel so sad that I want to cry. I don't know why I'm getting emotional about the past. These people have moved on, and probably forgiven my mistakes. But inside, I still hurt. I find no reason for this.
Though, I know my life's good, so I am not worried. Maybe I just want to say "I'm sorry". I want all this to go away. J, I don't even know you anymore. But somehow, I miss you terribly. | 
