Been reading old diary notes from my helgon.net-account. Fuck me. I have been a mess for ages. I really have. They all tend (for more or less several years) to deal with either alcohol, misanthropy, money problems, fear of my life or/and self loathing/hatred.
But they also reminded me of good times. That was nice, actually. And sad.
And I also came to think about some more reasons why things went the way they went. Maybe nothing big, but I remember the feeling and I remember how that feeling made me act and maybe what that lead to.
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