I spent some time at the coffee shop tonight and now I can't sleep. Anyway, I was rummaging through my room earlier tonight and came across "the box." It's pretty much just a box that I throw letters, postcards, pictures, and the like in. I read through some of the stuff tonight and stopped halfway through because it made me feel sick. I guess sometimes you're just not as ready as you think you are to readdress certain memories. It was bittersweet and part of me feels glad that I did it, another part of me wrote a letter to a friend that will probably just remain unsent and go into the box. Ha. Nostalgia at it's best.

What a night.