I can't tolerate the other one, plain and simple. It'll stay in existance because I'm cruel little brat who wants some of that info to throw back in peoples faces. Although the title says what it does, I honestly can't restart. The pain is there, already engraved into my being, and I cannot forget for some reason. Everytime I tried, bam, there was another reminder. So I quit trying.
So, here's the parts of my life that I bother typing up as I see them. Uneditted with all the screaming fits I wanted to go through. Because I don't enjoy feeling broken and having half the people I speak to actually say that I act it.
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