the notebook on the shelf.

It is 11:11.

I don't know if that makes this significant or not, but I felt compelled to tell you.

no, 'compelled' isn't the right word, I just felt like I should.

Anyways, I had a bit of a 'break-up' moment earlier this week, and though I haven't 'broken-up' with anyone, I still felt sorry for myself, I still ate ice-cream and watched The Notebook.

I still cried.

It might have been due to the fact that I, in a moment of pure insanity, read my old journals..