Wherever.. Whenever..

I read my journals dated 2006-2007.. 2007-2008.. 2008-2009..

How I wish I didn't reread those journals.

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I was fine until I read those. It stirred a lot of long hidden emotions.. Shit.

I'm a very sentimental person..
Obviously.. Rereading all those is a bad idea..

It served as a bittersweet reminder of how romantic I was back then...

how brave and hopeful I was..

how genuinely in love I could be..

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And now I'm this..
hopeless freedom loving cynic..

It's like I've given up all the romanticism in just a few heartbreaks..

It's hard for me to feel things for people again..

I feel cold.. unable..

I gave in to the consuming demands of my feelings.. the purest sense of it..

I gave it to the people who came into my life..

And when they left, they took everything with them..

And now I have so little to give..

So little..