I know, I know. Ever so many of my blogs are cop-outs. I was going to wax poetic on the idea of romantic love today, but seriously: just look at this journal entry I came across a few moments ago. What can I say? I've always been eloquent.
While I most certainly find great enjoyment in poking fun at the journals of younger me, I really am quite proud of this. The bulk of my childhood diaries give no real insight into my feelings, yet this entry scratches the surface of my whole existence (drama!).
I would still quite like to punch people most days. Some things don't change.
Days until college: 7
Wow. This is really impressive. I am IMPRESSED. Old diaries are the lulziest. xD I absolutely hate tinyManar a lot of the time.
ReplyDeleteI definitely want you to wax poetic on romantic love sometime though.
I found a journal I wrote as a kid, but unfortunately it's difficult to scan clay tablets.
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