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I just realized, the 19th was my livejournal's anniversary, i started this on january 19th, 2004. That's THREE YEARS. That's surreal to me. that's 1/7 of my life that i've been writing in this.
only a few people still read it, but oddly enough, most of the people that read it now, read it when it began. which says as much about my life as these 500 entries do.
i've always said, if you want to know me, really know me, read my whole livejournal, and you'll see why i'm as fucked up as i am, why i have all these issues with trusting people, and opening myself up to people, and why i stick by my same few friends rather then get to know new people. me complaining about my life for the past three years says more about me then anything else i've ever said or written.
on the other hand, no one would really ever want to read three years of bitching and whining.
I can't believe it's been three years. looking back at how much my life has changed and how much i've changed in these three years blows my mind. three years ago when i started this, i was 18, basically homeless, living with gardner, had no job, and had just left greenville tech. since then i've moved to canada, moved back, lived in 2 apartments, been through 2 vehicles and several heartbreaking experiences with several girls, quit and started drugs i don't know how many times before finally quitting them for good, worked 10
s of 1000's of hours of my life away working fruitless jobs, before finally joining the navy, and even since then i've lived on 4 different bases in 4 different states, and i'm about to go away to a war half a world away. life now could not be more different then life then.
what a long, strange journey it's been.
here's to another 3 years of whining about my life...
only a few people still read it, but oddly enough, most of the people that read it now, read it when it began. which says as much about my life as these 500 entries do.
i've always said, if you want to know me, really know me, read my whole livejournal, and you'll see why i'm as fucked up as i am, why i have all these issues with trusting people, and opening myself up to people, and why i stick by my same few friends rather then get to know new people. me complaining about my life for the past three years says more about me then anything else i've ever said or written.
on the other hand, no one would really ever want to read three years of bitching and whining.
I can't believe it's been three years. looking back at how much my life has changed and how much i've changed in these three years blows my mind. three years ago when i started this, i was 18, basically homeless, living with gardner, had no job, and had just left greenville tech. since then i've moved to canada, moved back, lived in 2 apartments, been through 2 vehicles and several heartbreaking experiences with several girls, quit and started drugs i don't know how many times before finally quitting them for good, worked 10
s of 1000's of hours of my life away working fruitless jobs, before finally joining the navy, and even since then i've lived on 4 different bases in 4 different states, and i'm about to go away to a war half a world away. life now could not be more different then life then.
what a long, strange journey it's been.
here's to another 3 years of whining about my life...