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Oh my goodness, how I miss Live Journal. I wish people still went on here. It would feel one hundred times better to receive a single comment on here than it does to receive 30 wall posts on Facebook. At least I know people are reading my thoughts and responding to them, as opposed to looking at a picture that I took of myself on photo booth and saying "Oh my god, so cute! <3 Tina". I don't actually have any friends named Tina, but you get the gist.
I'm so happy I had a Live Journal. The past five years is locked away in this journal. I love how I've archived my thoughts. I know what days I was really pissed off and what days I was incredibly happy. I can look back and find out what day the boy I liked said something really sweet to me or I can look back and find out what day he broke my heart. It's amazing how much coverage this thing has given me. It's allowed me to remember pieces of my past that I would have forgotten otherwise. It's allowed me to remember pieces of my friend's pasts. Most importantly, it's shown how I've grown and changed for the better. God, I am so much better than I used to be. There are no words to describe it. I have so many people to thank for that, but this isn't an oscar speech. I guess anyone reading this can assume they've changed my life for the better.
But I swear, if people wrote in their journal once a week for five years and looked back on it once every year, their jaws would drop. I still haven't taken the opportunity to fully look through my journal (there was a point in my life that I posted one or two entries every single day for about seven months, so that'll take awhile to get through), but from what I have read, ranging from 2003 to 2007, I am in awe of my life. Not in a conceited way. But in a way where, if I had not been such a sullen, pessimistic teenage girl, I would feel like I was the most fortunate young woman in the entire world. Hindsight is 20/20.
I need 20/20 insight.
I'm so happy I had a Live Journal. The past five years is locked away in this journal. I love how I've archived my thoughts. I know what days I was really pissed off and what days I was incredibly happy. I can look back and find out what day the boy I liked said something really sweet to me or I can look back and find out what day he broke my heart. It's amazing how much coverage this thing has given me. It's allowed me to remember pieces of my past that I would have forgotten otherwise. It's allowed me to remember pieces of my friend's pasts. Most importantly, it's shown how I've grown and changed for the better. God, I am so much better than I used to be. There are no words to describe it. I have so many people to thank for that, but this isn't an oscar speech. I guess anyone reading this can assume they've changed my life for the better.
But I swear, if people wrote in their journal once a week for five years and looked back on it once every year, their jaws would drop. I still haven't taken the opportunity to fully look through my journal (there was a point in my life that I posted one or two entries every single day for about seven months, so that'll take awhile to get through), but from what I have read, ranging from 2003 to 2007, I am in awe of my life. Not in a conceited way. But in a way where, if I had not been such a sullen, pessimistic teenage girl, I would feel like I was the most fortunate young woman in the entire world. Hindsight is 20/20.
I need 20/20 insight.