Looking through a mirror The things I've said with out thinking. The feelings I've felt with out acknowledging them. It's crazy reading back into this diary and telling myself that all those entries were posted by me. I've always let my feelings get ahead of me, I've always tried to label everything. What if this time I really don't want to? What if this time I just want to see where it goes and be happy about whether or not it lasted? Anyways, I think it's just amazing to read all those entries and remember what I was thinking about and what I was feeling at that moment. I can almost see myself writing all those things, it's almost fascinating. Gah, :D