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Last night I stayed up late reading my old journal entries, of this journal and another from when I was 15. When I think about it, journals are a very unique experience. There is no other way to look back on any situation and remember how you truly felt. Our memories deceive us. No one wants to remember what a brat they were at 15, so when we think back, we change our memories to be what we want them to. With a journal, you cannot change it. You wrote how you were truly feeling, no matter how unwarranted. I feel as though it is a useful tool in learning to accept yourself. If you can come to terms with the person you were in the past, and accept that person, not denying it or changing it, It is a great leap in coming to accept yourself as you are now. I will probably read this in a year or so, and think that this was very obvious, but you need to take the time to actually think about things to see the obvious.
I skipped all my classes today. No biggie, I am doing well in all three. I was exhausted this morning. I could not pull myself up out of bed to go to class. I had a dream last night that Tori died. It makes me sick thinking about it. I don't know what I would do if she died. She is my sister. I said that so many times, but it is always true. She is more than a friend, and I have almost always known that. I really miss her though, and I don't even get to see her on thanksgiving break. boo.
I skipped all my classes today. No biggie, I am doing well in all three. I was exhausted this morning. I could not pull myself up out of bed to go to class. I had a dream last night that Tori died. It makes me sick thinking about it. I don't know what I would do if she died. She is my sister. I said that so many times, but it is always true. She is more than a friend, and I have almost always known that. I really miss her though, and I don't even get to see her on thanksgiving break. boo.