This is why I feel mixed up.

It's weird, but I feel so compelled to post. And at this point I don't expect anyone to remember I have this blog, or to check it. But here I am:


For a moment I wish I had burned it. A foolish thought. Overall I'm glad it's still around, even though the memories it holds aren't all the best. I had the urge to pick it up, and I sat on my bedroom floor. It didn't take long to look over, maybe fifteen or twenty minutes. Afterwards I sighed and my thought on the matter was "well, that was that". I set it back in a place slightly different than before, more in sight. I think I did this because I wanted someone to walk in, see it, and reflect.
I reached behind me and pulled the rolled up sleeping bag closer. I laid flat on my back and put my head on it. Arms folded, I looked up.
I stayed like that for weeks.