The Horrors of An Old Journal

Tonight I read through a few entries in a journal from the late 80s to early 90s. Quite frankly I'm embarrassed. Who is that person? A sister in our ward gave her journals to her 12 year old daughter to enter into the computer. I'd never let my girls read them. They will read them when I'm dead. That's it. Seriously...it's awful. It was so disturbing that I'm left with a feeling of what in the heck has my life been about? I need to think on this for awhile. 

Peace out.