i just read the majority of my entries on here. which starts in 2001. it is now 2010. my eyes hurt and i have wasted a significant amount of time. nothing really significant worth mentioning, besides the fact that i never wrote about or mentioned going to a psych ward and rehab at 17 and getting "clean"/happy. I also did not write about meeting nate at 18 in art school and that train wreck. I did not write about re dating nate at 20 and moving across the country to philadelphia. I also left out the part about my miserable life during that time or the incredibly ugly breakup that followed at 21. I did not write about the nasty time it took me to recover from that horrible mess.
so, i guess i left some things out that just took too much emotional energy living it to actually leave any strength or desire to write about it.
besides that every dumb fight with my mom, stupid stoner party story, little kid hardcore show, and boyfriend squabble is documented on here with some bad poetry to boot.
and i suppose the later years are me getting through college, being stressed out, and trying to figure things out. so that leaves me off right about............
here.