memories from my old blog...
When I look back and read my old posts from even 2004, I see a more intelligent person than I do today than when I read what happened to me say, last month. How did I lose that kind of wisdom and thought splicing writing style? When I write about daily stuff these days, they seem so shallow and void of any kind of feeling. Yet the stuff that I was angrily spewing at the age of 16 makes so much sense and really strikes a chord in me, even to this day.
Of course I still had those BITCH STEWART ALMOST FUCKING FAILED ME posts but that's almost expected in high school.
I don't know I guess six years is a lot of time. But these last two years have been more or less a big blur that looks the same. Anyways, here's a sample of my dead deadjournal. I didn't choose it because it was the most representative of the lot, but because it brought a smile to my face and instilled a sense of "shit will blow over in time" in me. It feels oddly comforting that a the younger me is so sensible because if it were happening to me now, the next car ride would be a kamikaze mission.
Of course I still had those BITCH STEWART ALMOST FUCKING FAILED ME posts but that's almost expected in high school.
I don't know I guess six years is a lot of time. But these last two years have been more or less a big blur that looks the same. Anyways, here's a sample of my dead deadjournal. I didn't choose it because it was the most representative of the lot, but because it brought a smile to my face and instilled a sense of "shit will blow over in time" in me. It feels oddly comforting that a the younger me is so sensible because if it were happening to me now, the next car ride would be a kamikaze mission.