I don’t have very detailed recollection of events, I remember like the equivalent of a one paragraph summary for entire events that should have like 5 pages of detail. I feel like I’m missing parts of me. Brains sucks so much when it comes to storage capacity.
I wrote at 13 I wanted to move to New York City. My step fsther read it, (thank goodness it was just that one) and gave me a lecture/beating because “I’m not just going to abandon him and go live a dream in the city, leaving him to rot where he stands”. Fucking delightful stuff.
I hate people. You shouldn’t have to write a constructed alphabet for privacy.