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Today, I went through and deleted a lot of old e-mails, including one giving my password for an old journal I kept. This led to me reading and deleting the journal, and it was kind of shocking to see the kind of things that I wrote about when I was younger. It began in '02, and was a journal of me complaining, being weird, and desperately begging for attention and for someone to get online. I had ZERO concern for spelling and grammar, and went so far as to try and write in a ridiculous accent, including "O-tay" and "tis" for "okay" and "this." Then I evolved into the angry teen, writing about how "horrible my life was" and "how everyone was so unfair." I'm not saying that it wasn't true, but it's still wild to see.
I was happy to delete it, as it represents a part of my life that I am no longer involved in that could potentially hurt me as well as my friends. I said some pretty awful things, and terribly misspelled. But at the same time, it was a sad thing to do, because through all the misspellings and anger, it reminded me of when I was much closer to people that I barely speak to now. Anyway, it's just kind of weird to go back and read some of the things that I had written, and to realize how much my life has changed.
And if I misspell anything in this entry I'm going to kick myself.
Katie