A first sign of maturity in this journal. I'll hack the journal post down a bit, but won't add any words in. So I can see this was when I started to think like this.
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I guess that the time when I was young and lived with Nan (while Mum lived the life of a 20-year-old at around double that age) really was important. No father, and a Nan as a Mum, and a Mum as a... who knows what she's trying to do. Live a life based on memories, I guess.
I put my family and friends before myself. I know that's gonna be my downfall in life, but it's who I am. Sometimes I wonder; if I was more insensitive to things, if I'd hurt myself a great deal less.
