A New Life?
I don't know how many of my LJ friends are still alive on here; I doubt many. I haven't made a public post for what seems like years...it probably has been years! Although I've made many private ones in recent years.
There are two points to this post.
The first is to comment on my 14-17 year old self that used to write in this journal. I had so many hopes and dreams - many of them unrealistic...most of them unrealistic. I was so caught up in a little fantasy bubble, existing through the internet with many other girls who, I guess, were as lonely, or dissatisfied with their real lives. Take a minute and read back - I was writing pages of fan fiction a day, obsessing over small mistakes in Harry Potter movies, was apart of a group called "The Kinkwh0res", and my best friend from this time lived in America.
It was perhaps the happiest, yet saddest time of my life. It will be a time that I will always remember, look back upon with only good memories, and one day, perhaps, is something I'll revisit.
The second point of this post is to tell anyone who is reading this that the 16 year old girl that used to write in this thing dreaming of being a professional novelist, of falling madly in love, of really living, is happy. She hasn't done all of those things, but she has done perhaps the most important one. You know, some times things don't work out how you plan them to when you're 16. Often, they work out better.
I used to fill my novels with characters who fall madly, crazily, completely in love. I guess the only thing I have to say is if I were to rewrite these characters stories, I'd have a much clearer idea of what love really is. And for that new insight, I should thank Cameron Isaac. Not only does he complete me, but I also think he's going to be the one to fix me.
There are two points to this post.
The first is to comment on my 14-17 year old self that used to write in this journal. I had so many hopes and dreams - many of them unrealistic...most of them unrealistic. I was so caught up in a little fantasy bubble, existing through the internet with many other girls who, I guess, were as lonely, or dissatisfied with their real lives. Take a minute and read back - I was writing pages of fan fiction a day, obsessing over small mistakes in Harry Potter movies, was apart of a group called "The Kinkwh0res", and my best friend from this time lived in America.
It was perhaps the happiest, yet saddest time of my life. It will be a time that I will always remember, look back upon with only good memories, and one day, perhaps, is something I'll revisit.
The second point of this post is to tell anyone who is reading this that the 16 year old girl that used to write in this thing dreaming of being a professional novelist, of falling madly in love, of really living, is happy. She hasn't done all of those things, but she has done perhaps the most important one. You know, some times things don't work out how you plan them to when you're 16. Often, they work out better.
I used to fill my novels with characters who fall madly, crazily, completely in love. I guess the only thing I have to say is if I were to rewrite these characters stories, I'd have a much clearer idea of what love really is. And for that new insight, I should thank Cameron Isaac. Not only does he complete me, but I also think he's going to be the one to fix me.