Breaking, breaking, breaking........... (Trigger warning)
I've issued a trigger warning in the title so please, if you don't like these things, turn away IMMEDIATELY. I refuse to be something my tormentors gave me. I've been re-reading my things, lately. I've got my old phone fixed and I'm using it again, storing the recent one in the drawers. As per usual, I went through the things to make sure nothing is missing. Pictures, videos, songs, contacts, and......notes. The last one is important. More important than the contacts because I could care less if I lost a few numbers here and there, either I'd get it back if I ever need them or we'd accidentally cross path. No biggie. But notes... They're secrets. My deepest, darkest, secrets. Don't people use their notes app in their phones as a diary? I'm pretty sure I saw it once in IG. Either way, I opened it and re-read the pages I made for the past 2 years. Dear God, I was such a whiny ass little crybaby of a bitch back then. Of course, it was w...