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Journals. Journals. Journals. I have to shamefully admit to having abandoned my journal for almost a year right now. It feels painful just thinking about it. The last time I confided in it, I was a broken girl - too naive and trusting for her years. She'd gotten her heart broken then and was wondering what else to do. 

As I look back over that course, I note that it will almost be a year that we've gotten to know each other. I wish we could've done it differently; but you left me no choice. I'm so much more different than I was last year. 

I think I should get a night cap before heading to bed. Oh since when did this girl ever have an alcoholic bone in her body?