fury ate my soul today

I wrote it on the 31st of May, 2006. The day before, I wrote:

//I own my own life. Mine is not an extension of yours, like a string that's pulled apart.//

It wasn't so long ago that I was such an angry kid. Hah. Kid. That's what we think of ourselves even if it's a few years ago. That's what I think of myself as a kid; angry and immature.

There are things in my past that I don't like to look back on. But that's it, isn't it? Who we are today is the sum of our past experiences and what we do today will shape what we do tomorrow, next week, next month, next year. No matter how positive or negative the experiences.

Things with the family is better now, although things could still be worked on. But what relationship doesn't need constant tweaking? Things used to be bad between us. I think my moving out has smoothed things over and changed our perspectives. Changed mine, mostly. I let a lot of things slide a lot of the time now, with the knowledge that psychologically, the parental units are so set in their ways that major changes are almost always impossible.

That doesn't mean we always wear a smile on our faces. It's still frowns, grimaces and scowls. At least the smiles are there more often.

// All these from some post-it notes found whilst cleaning out some boxes in the garage. I think the string reference was because I was destroying some at the time//