Sunday, 29 June 2014

I often wonder what it is that makes me hold on to things that are associated with negative experiences, I think its maybe that I don't want to forget the lessons I learned, and I don't want to forget that there were good times mixed in with the bad.  One person, also, I felt like a kind of "custodian" of things of theirs, because they had no regard for them and were going to throw them away.  School reports of an ex boyfriend from 20 years ago, really?  Yeah.. I shredded those yesterday.  Very little left now, some photos of the town we lived in, and a few of him.  I think I kept them this long because I had hope that he would turn a corner and his life would brighten, but its his life.. not mine.