hangups

I was going through some old journals and old letters awhile ago-- letters and journals that date all the way back to my grade school and high school days.

Realization?

I have a tendency to push people away-- especially when they become too close.



Geez, am I still like that now?

I blame this all on the sisterhood of the traveling pants and all this shit that made me reminisce and realize. Life does go on, but you can never truly erase the memories of the past, no matter how hard you try to delete it from your memory. Sometimes, they just lie there and are instantly recalled by something as simple as a word, a picture, a song, anything. And once it's there, what do you do about it? Do you recall it instantly and embrace it, accepting that it's a part of who you are now? Or do you cringe at the very thought of it and drive it away from your memory, denying the fact that it exists?