Ever since the surprise visit the other Sunday I keep hearing noises ... thinking a car has pulled up in the drive when it's someone on the sidestreet (I'm on a corner and that has happened before, that I've thought someone was here when it was someone pulling up at a house on the side street - but it's happening a lot more frequently than usual at the moment), thinking I've heard the screen door make a noise, but there's no one there. It's not that I'm *wanting* someone to come, just that after an unexpected visit (I have *very* few unexpected visitors, almost never) .. I guess it's made me 'jumpy'.
Looked back through my old journal briefly tonight, man, I really did go through hell. What I found interesting was the 'dispassion'/objectivity with which I read it, that it made me feel (ie didn't make me feel mad, sad, bad, or anything really) ... guess it just confirmed that I really did go through a really bad time back then.
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