Holy shit
Almost exactly two years ago I wrote this: “I wish I had been more careful with the people I let into my life, because those people have never left me. Even after months, years. I’ll always have little reminders of them. Like an old scar or a limb that’s been removed but I can still feel. Some people just continue to haunt us for the rest of our lives. I wish I could choose my ghosts.”
Evidently my life doesn’t change. Cycles are just repeated. This must be my version of “Spring cleaning.”
