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I am thirty.
I have been on LiveJournal for ten years.
The transformation in both it and me has been remarkable. Would that I could rewrite my own coding as thoroughly.
Sometimes I think I should go back and delete old entries from my younger, stupider days; but like it or not that's my history, my mistakes and triumphs and lessons and losses, and I can't move forward if I continually knock out bricks from underneath myself.
Not that I don't wish often enough that I could simply strike out large swaths of my past from existence - to be the only one who remembers, and even then only as the lingering impressions of a dream.
Oh well. Time marches on and so do I.
I have been on LiveJournal for ten years.
The transformation in both it and me has been remarkable. Would that I could rewrite my own coding as thoroughly.
Sometimes I think I should go back and delete old entries from my younger, stupider days; but like it or not that's my history, my mistakes and triumphs and lessons and losses, and I can't move forward if I continually knock out bricks from underneath myself.
Not that I don't wish often enough that I could simply strike out large swaths of my past from existence - to be the only one who remembers, and even then only as the lingering impressions of a dream.
Oh well. Time marches on and so do I.