So I was cleaning out my room before I leave to go to New York tomorrow and found this. I made the hurt book last year when I was with my ex-boyfriend. I can’t stop laughing because looking through the tiny note book I wrote crap about me feeling miserable with him. Now I am just laughing at it because it doesn’t matter anymore.
I think for every relationshit I get into I should have a hurt book for each. Unless it’s really great, then it can be called the happy book. :D
I am doing so much reflections before leaving to New York. omg