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Paradise Lost?
I never really appreciated my late teen aged years; the content feeling you get from the comfort of friends, an untarnished space of inner peace you acquire from living life by the day, happily existing in a small comfortable world you developed thus far.
Then came 2007.
Despite the efforts I have made to prevent myself from dwelling on the past, after somehow managing to escape last year with minimal sanity still in tact, I felt at the time that destroying every diary I had ever written in of that period, completely erasing the year from my existence was a better course of action.
On reflection I realise that the eradication of regret seems impossible and somewhat pointless, there is something to be taken and learnt from every situation in order for it not to repeat itself, not much use if it's been blackened out of memorable time.
This is 2008, I have moved out of London and things are looking up.
calmThen came 2007.
Despite the efforts I have made to prevent myself from dwelling on the past, after somehow managing to escape last year with minimal sanity still in tact, I felt at the time that destroying every diary I had ever written in of that period, completely erasing the year from my existence was a better course of action.
On reflection I realise that the eradication of regret seems impossible and somewhat pointless, there is something to be taken and learnt from every situation in order for it not to repeat itself, not much use if it's been blackened out of memorable time.
This is 2008, I have moved out of London and things are looking up.