after a few recent conversations with my best friend i now feel – more than ever – “weird” about the past.
i don’t particularly like the past.
sometimes i am convinced that the only way i will be at peace with the past is by not letting anyone who is in my life know anything, even remotely, about the past.
i don’t feel a need to “start over” – i just am tired of having to try and explain any of it to people who can’t understand.
the fewer questions i answer about any of it – the better.