...that I've had this Livejournal since October of 2005?
It has had two separate usernames, seen me through infinite relationships, and lots of sadness. It's funny how I feel a little stomach-nostalgia when I go back to those
first few entries.
Here are some observations:
- I can't believe I was talking openly about [sleeping with] girls then!
- Oh man, I was feminine.
- For the vast majority of entries, I have no idea who the "you" is that I'm referring to.
- I DO remember how much I edited and re-edited those entries, deleting some after a few hours and editing others entirely. I suppose that's the strangeness of having a "livejournal" (which is a sticky combination of "journal" and "public") as opposed to a "blog" (which is generally public).
- Even reading my sad and angsty entries makes me nostalgic-- I remember how badly I tried not to sound too sad, too depressed.
- At the same time, I was a fine little writer back then! I wonder if the private-ness had something to do with it-- the fact that I couldn't say things bluntly turned all my entries into prose-poems, in a way.
- Some memories I had forgotten still make me cry.
- Oh sheesh, boys.
- This is profound, even now.