What an odd week..
I look in the mirror now and I do not see the same person anymore, it makes me happy and sad at the same time. I love what I see, but I don't know if it's real or if it will last.
I started reading old notes, conversations, etc to find out what happened to who I was to decide, I suppose, if I like who I'm becoming. I find it amusing that the further I go back in the history of my writing, the stupider and more contrite it becomes.
I remember a time in middle school when I had this HUGE sticker collection and I was super proud of it... but no one cared. And so I decided to make something beautiful out of them just for me... so I decorated journals.. in which all I wrote was "Wow [boy's name] is so cute, and I think he's looking at me.... crap no he's not." and similar nonsense.. and to be cool I did it in invisible ink.. the kind you have to reveal with a special marker.... yeah.. I ran out of special marker ink and so now we'll just never know what I wrote...
More when I'm not so tired... zzzzzzz
I started reading old notes, conversations, etc to find out what happened to who I was to decide, I suppose, if I like who I'm becoming. I find it amusing that the further I go back in the history of my writing, the stupider and more contrite it becomes.
I remember a time in middle school when I had this HUGE sticker collection and I was super proud of it... but no one cared. And so I decided to make something beautiful out of them just for me... so I decorated journals.. in which all I wrote was "Wow [boy's name] is so cute, and I think he's looking at me.... crap no he's not." and similar nonsense.. and to be cool I did it in invisible ink.. the kind you have to reveal with a special marker.... yeah.. I ran out of special marker ink and so now we'll just never know what I wrote...
More when I'm not so tired... zzzzzzz