19
Funny thing about keeping a journal since high school.
You can go back and figure out the exact day your mind started rewriting history.
I remember the doe-eyed girl with the hopeless crush. I’d forgotten the hurt. Oh boy is it there.
But my resilience by sheer force of will … Damn. The 19-year-old version of me was pretty kickass.
I need to process this. Because, reasons.