chicating

To see something I wrote on here that someone imported from their old journal(I never managed; between my lack of skillz, and possibly, some misguided sense that if I left the writing about my disappointments behind, I could dump the disappointments too, that, and some fanfiction, was much of what was in there) and that I don't remember writing.
As for my disappointments, all but the very shallowest have found some way to hitch a ride into my current life--well, the shallowest and some of the drama surrounding my relationship with my father, I should add. Partially because I really have healed, and partially? Because since his retirement, he acts like a crazy old hoarder, and therefore? Nobody I have to live up to or impress.(Maybe the Dad in my head was never any kind of real person. Which could also be irritating, if I ever took the time to think about it, which I probably shouldn't. Pandemic and stuff have wasted enough of my time.)