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I can’t even remember MySpace. I know that my sister had one, and she would rush home to hop online with her friends in her lime green and pink bedroom. Everything had to be so bright back then.
I don’t remember much of anything back then, to be honest. The repression of my childhood traumas often leaves me grasping at straws in regards to my past, never quite knowing if what I remember is real or not.
Today it rains. Tomorrow it rains. Friday is supposed to be sunny, but then Saturday we are back to rain.
Canada is hell. I miss my home. I miss Scotland. I miss going and trudging through mud to get to towns not on any map, and making funny faces at the tombs of my ancestors. All of my bones and sinews are there, tangled into the moor. I feel like I belong there. In Canada, I feel nothing.
This website is very new. There seems to be a lot of sketchy people here. Either way, it’s nice to have a little corner of the internet where I can talk to myself. Maybe this blog will get bigger.
-Jenna
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