We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
Still a quote I love. Still.
It's been a year since I've been gone. 770 blog entries and 9 years later, here I am again.
Who am I now compared to that 18 year old who started this blog? I'm not sure, someone stronger, someone wiser, someone older.
I turned 27 two days ago. I'm not sure if anyone aside from my family would've remembered had it not been for Facebook's event calendar.
It's odd that I used to need a journal. What for? An outlet to express my emotions; all of them--anger, sadness, fear, joy, apprehension, elation... before there was the internet, there were hardcover journals. Four volumes of those later, Livejournal came along.
It feels a bit sad that I've stopped chronicling my thoughts. I think that as I grew up, my moods became so much more stable, and I no longer needed an outlet to vent. My emotions used to be like a turbulent roller-coaster, but these days, I am pragmatic and... well, for lack of a better word, boring.
I am rather amazed that LJ has survived this long. To be able to look back on 9 years' worth of thoughts is nothing short of amazing. Of course, I cringe at the stuff I used to worry about, but then again, maybe the point of a journal is to see how far you've come.
So many of my friends had blogs that used to be linked to this one. They're all gone now, but I'm still here. I can't believe it's been 9 years, but it has. And yet again, I am so different, but in so many ways, I'm still the same. I'm still me.
It's been a year since I've been gone. 770 blog entries and 9 years later, here I am again.
Who am I now compared to that 18 year old who started this blog? I'm not sure, someone stronger, someone wiser, someone older.
I turned 27 two days ago. I'm not sure if anyone aside from my family would've remembered had it not been for Facebook's event calendar.
It's odd that I used to need a journal. What for? An outlet to express my emotions; all of them--anger, sadness, fear, joy, apprehension, elation... before there was the internet, there were hardcover journals. Four volumes of those later, Livejournal came along.
It feels a bit sad that I've stopped chronicling my thoughts. I think that as I grew up, my moods became so much more stable, and I no longer needed an outlet to vent. My emotions used to be like a turbulent roller-coaster, but these days, I am pragmatic and... well, for lack of a better word, boring.
I am rather amazed that LJ has survived this long. To be able to look back on 9 years' worth of thoughts is nothing short of amazing. Of course, I cringe at the stuff I used to worry about, but then again, maybe the point of a journal is to see how far you've come.
So many of my friends had blogs that used to be linked to this one. They're all gone now, but I'm still here. I can't believe it's been 9 years, but it has. And yet again, I am so different, but in so many ways, I'm still the same. I'm still me.