Wednesday, July 23, 2008

My life, in a place none of my friends will read it

How much of your life can be a lie before you start to doubt yourself? You can think you know people, your parents, your best friends, but everyone has secrets. Sometimes, those secrets are pretty harmless. Sometimes, you find out about them and lie awake at night analyzing the past ten years of your life.

I started a scarf today, on size 17 needles, because I need to stop thinking about this. You cannot change the past, you cannot analyze everything to death. You just have to move on.

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