I just spent the last hour or so randomly reading through my old journals, and I can't believe just how much negativity there was. And so many painful memories... I can't imagine that I'll ever want to read about them again, but I can't bring myself to delete them either.
Also, it's really disheartening to see just how present and consistent my depression has been over the last... well, too many years to say.
I wonder if that will ever change, or if that's just who I am now?
8:48 p.m. - 2019-02-23
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