When I went out with the bin today I found a whole lot of papers my mother had thrown out. It was drawings and stories I had given her when I was little. Made me so sad to see them lying there in the bin, so I took it all out and went through it. Looking through it made me remember so many things, and it made me sad cause the stories weren't happy, and I remember happy things from that time. I forgot all the sad stuff and suddenly it made me sad all over again. So stupid!
don't know why I took them out. I feel so angry, and betrayed.