Ya know, just the fact that I sat down and wrote out what I couldn't get over helped a lot. A lot of it was kind of trivial, but those little tiny things kinda snowballed. I decided I didn't need to babble about each little thing, it didn't matter. And now I think I'm going to take the journal out and hold a little book barbecue. It's the journal all my drug use is recorded in, and not only do I not want it laying around where anyone could pick it up, but I don't want to read it again. It hurt to read it, brought up all that negativity. It's not like I'm likely to forget the lessons I learned, so unless I'm feeling masochistic I have no reason to keep it. Adios, Past. Good riddance to you.