Silver,

I just finished "Hector and the search for happiness" and it's making me feel all philosophical and stuff.

I get so embarrassed when I look back at myself. Like even right now, looking back on the past few months, all I can think is "why did you make such a big deal out of everything? It's pathetic"
But no, that's not right. Even though it all feels so distant and impossible from where I'm stading right now, I did feel Iike that. It may have been naive and childish but,when I get a little glimpse of that immense well in my insides, i realise that ive diluted my own memories. I guess that's the worst part of leaving something in the past, it's so hard to imagine how you could have felt so much then.

Muddled messy thoughts.