Your wonder wall.
I've deleted my old journal, why you may ask? It's full of failed friendships and broken promises. I don't need reminders, all I need are my memories and experiences. I'm not asking for a fresh start, I just have a different perspective on life. Good times, though nothing monumental, and not to belittle or offend, but I realized that my friends haven't played much of a role shaping me. The truth of the matter is, I love the few close friends I have, but it's my home experiences that have molded me. Deaths, deceit, illness and hardships, and the victorious outcome. Yet, this faux coat of naivety I've worn for years is falling apart and I refuse to play the role of the simple-minded girl. I'm not claiming to be any more responsible, motivated, or have the slightest care about politics or coffee, but I am optimistic and bursting with life.