Aug 18, 2009 17:36
So I recently decided to visit this place and read through some of the delicious pre-teen angst that took place among everyone's journal, including my own.
It wasn't long before in a haste I deleted my journal.
But now I've undeleted it, and I'm not sure why. I mean, every single entry here makes me red in the cheeks and it's just humiliating seeing how much of a wuss I was.
You know what they say though, you can't just ignore history or it'll end up repeating itself. So I'm keeping this up as a reminder of what I was, so that I never again turn into some emo-tard that whines about shit that EVERYONE has to go through.
See, I've always tried to run away from who I used to be. Hell, that's why I deleted this initially. And if I'm never going to be satisfied with who I was, then who's to say that I'll ever be satisfied with who am I am right now? But I'm not going to hide from myself anymore.
I'm going to deal with it. And I'm going to move forward.
I might still log on once in a while for old time's sake, but this is the final entry for this journal. I guess it's about time that it finally reached a proper conclusion.
Well, this is mastersushichef, signing out.