Of the battles since the anomaly's triumph.
Good evening. Few people suscribed to this journal when it was operational, and that was a long time ago. I am certain that I am speaking to no one now. But the sentiment of my heart needs an outlet, and these chronicles are once more needed.
I am Matthew, and I am now 22 years old, quickly approaching 23. As I read the previous articles, I see a vastly younger self talk about things like love, and pain, and battles. It really does make me chuckle, knowing what I know now. Since then, I have known love more powerful than anything I could have imagined. Since then, I have felt pain so sharp and so deep that it was my hope, if only for a few minutes, to die.
However, I've never given up on the war. I know now just as I knew then that life is a battle.
When I closed the pages of this journal, I was half-way through seventeen. That was a glorious year. I met Stefanie, and we fell in love. Laredo, the jeep, took only weeks before his engine block warped and he was junked. He was replaced by Nathaniel, A silver '05 Dodge stratus. His story is long and illustrious, and I will it tell later. I was rapidly becoming more involved with my high school theater troop, something that would influence my life even to this day. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was getting out of music, and little by little, leaving it behind. I had at that point never held a job. I was just beginning to play World of Warcraft, and looking back on it, it may have been the true bane of these chronicles. I was young, and naive, and felt unstoppable. In those respects, frankly, I haven't changed. Now, however, I am so much stronger, much more independent, much wiser, and apparently a much better writer. In the entries that will follow I will chronicle the trials and journeys that I have endured since. Just know that the anomaly remains, and it remains benevolent.
I am Matthew, and I am now 22 years old, quickly approaching 23. As I read the previous articles, I see a vastly younger self talk about things like love, and pain, and battles. It really does make me chuckle, knowing what I know now. Since then, I have known love more powerful than anything I could have imagined. Since then, I have felt pain so sharp and so deep that it was my hope, if only for a few minutes, to die.
However, I've never given up on the war. I know now just as I knew then that life is a battle.
When I closed the pages of this journal, I was half-way through seventeen. That was a glorious year. I met Stefanie, and we fell in love. Laredo, the jeep, took only weeks before his engine block warped and he was junked. He was replaced by Nathaniel, A silver '05 Dodge stratus. His story is long and illustrious, and I will it tell later. I was rapidly becoming more involved with my high school theater troop, something that would influence my life even to this day. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was getting out of music, and little by little, leaving it behind. I had at that point never held a job. I was just beginning to play World of Warcraft, and looking back on it, it may have been the true bane of these chronicles. I was young, and naive, and felt unstoppable. In those respects, frankly, I haven't changed. Now, however, I am so much stronger, much more independent, much wiser, and apparently a much better writer. In the entries that will follow I will chronicle the trials and journeys that I have endured since. Just know that the anomaly remains, and it remains benevolent.