Through the ages of 14–16 I kept a diary. To this day I cannot look at this diary without flushing red with embarrassment. There is one particular entry (written while drunk) that I actually glued shut, as it is not fit to be looked upon by anyone. Ever.
It has never occurred to me to rip out and burn the offending page. Much like how you're not really supposed to delete a frape, disposing of something that shames and mortifies you is the coward's way out. Right?
I suppose what I'm trying to say, terribly, is that I happened upon this old blog and it's a little embarrassing. It's hard to believe that in just a year my outlook on relationships and all that stuff has changed so drastically. Granted, I am still a single, female scientist. But I am no longer a student, I am no longer in Wales and I am no longer dating. Maybe I'll explain why at a later date.
Despite the embarrassment, I know I wouldn't be at the place I am today without a few "fuck, I'll glue that shut" sort of moments.
I wonder how many I'll have in 2014?
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