It's me from the future.
This journal. I'm so glad it's still here. What memories...
I can't write like I used to. That's not the person I am anymore. I just spent the last hour reading through all these old entries from 6 years ago trying to understand what was going through my head at the time. My conclusion? I have no idea. I could write though. Holy shit, could I ever write! I can't do that anymore. Emotions do not flow through me like that anymore. Vanished. Gone. None of that exists inside me anymore.
There's some shit in this journal though. There's some serious shit. Wow.
Anyway, it's been so long. No one is going to read this anymore. This is just for me now. That kind of feels good. Really good.
I'm glad I remembered this thing. I'm glad I didn't completely abandon it.
I'm alive. I am here. That's a good thing, I suppose.
I can't write like I used to. That's not the person I am anymore. I just spent the last hour reading through all these old entries from 6 years ago trying to understand what was going through my head at the time. My conclusion? I have no idea. I could write though. Holy shit, could I ever write! I can't do that anymore. Emotions do not flow through me like that anymore. Vanished. Gone. None of that exists inside me anymore.
There's some shit in this journal though. There's some serious shit. Wow.
Anyway, it's been so long. No one is going to read this anymore. This is just for me now. That kind of feels good. Really good.
I'm glad I remembered this thing. I'm glad I didn't completely abandon it.
I'm alive. I am here. That's a good thing, I suppose.