I just spent like 45 minutes reading every journal entry I've ever written.
And I've come to the following conclusions:
I care far too much about what could happen with Kelley, and not nearly enough about what these thoughts are doing to me, health-wise. I'm not sure what I mean there, but I understand it. Maybe you do too, I dunno. Seriously, if you go back and read the stuff I write, and it's about a girl, 99% of the time it's her that I'm talking about. I need to ask somebody else out. Now.
Oftentimes my deeper entries are very similar to early philosophical entries of mine, with perhaps a bit better grasp of concepts.
I was at one point depressed.
I am obssessed or near-obssessed with improving myself physically. Probably comes from being overweight and out of shape for so long.
I apparently cannot spell "obsessed."
I've made a gradual change in tone; earlier I was fairly confident in the fact that I knew everything. Now it's more like I'm suggesting things. Correct things.
My insomnia has all but vanished.
I deleted quite a large number of songs in the purge a couple months back, and there are some songs that I listed as current music that I really need to find another copy of. Joe Budden's "So Long, Goodbye," for instance.
I play videogames much more seldomly.
There are other things, but I'll be damned if I can remember. Oh, my memory seems to be suffering a little. Seems to have been a side-effect of an incredibly large intake of carbohydrates, because I'm thinking more clearly than I have in a long time recently.
My confidence has gone up in spite of the fact that God seems to hold a personal vendetta against me.
I care far too much about what could happen with Kelley, and not nearly enough about what these thoughts are doing to me, health-wise. I'm not sure what I mean there, but I understand it. Maybe you do too, I dunno. Seriously, if you go back and read the stuff I write, and it's about a girl, 99% of the time it's her that I'm talking about. I need to ask somebody else out. Now.
Oftentimes my deeper entries are very similar to early philosophical entries of mine, with perhaps a bit better grasp of concepts.
I was at one point depressed.
I am obssessed or near-obssessed with improving myself physically. Probably comes from being overweight and out of shape for so long.
I apparently cannot spell "obsessed."
I've made a gradual change in tone; earlier I was fairly confident in the fact that I knew everything. Now it's more like I'm suggesting things. Correct things.
My insomnia has all but vanished.
I deleted quite a large number of songs in the purge a couple months back, and there are some songs that I listed as current music that I really need to find another copy of. Joe Budden's "So Long, Goodbye," for instance.
I play videogames much more seldomly.
There are other things, but I'll be damned if I can remember. Oh, my memory seems to be suffering a little. Seems to have been a side-effect of an incredibly large intake of carbohydrates, because I'm thinking more clearly than I have in a long time recently.
My confidence has gone up in spite of the fact that God seems to hold a personal vendetta against me.