due to a recent chain of events, i've been inclined to revisit some not-so-fond moments in my past that i have been successfully avoiding for several years now. although i consider myself somewhat naiive, as a teenager i was forced to make some very adult decisions. in a relationship that was anything but uneventful, i learned to trust my instincts and lie with the best of them...but most importantly, i learned more about my own self worth and strength of character (largely from my godmother's words). although i don't ever want to relive those years, i have them to thank for the way that i think and conduct my life now. and i have been afraid to revisit those moments, because the wounds are still fresh; yes, even 6 years later. i'm afraid that a few of them may never heal. but things cannot heal if you bury them and try to forget. and talking about them with people who were there has made it bearable, sometimes even humorous in retrospect. i will go to sleep knowing that i have survived and flourished when others might have given up and for that i can be proud of who i am.
in other news, i'm sleeping in a pair of boxers that i stole from a (straight?) woman i have had a crush on for 5 years. although her behavior of late has made me add that question mark behind her orientation. people never cease to suprise me.