Whoah. I finally let him do it. Dee touched my chest. SKIN. Not like he was pushy, we had been talking about it for weeks, months probably. You should have seen his face. He thinks they’re cute. He says he thinks everything about me is cute. I love it 🙂 I really love him.
I love lyrics more and more every day. I hope to God that he gives me the gift to write my own someday.
Born in 1996
Over the coming months, I'll be publishing several journal entries a day in chronological order. I began journaling in 2007, when I was eleven years old. Even then I wrote as though I were archiving my life, collecting details about my world. As I grew older, journaling became more of a description of my emotional world.
I am an aspiring creative nonfiction writer who is producing very little since graduating college this Spring. But with this unusually thorough account of my entire adolescence, I feel as though I have been given a gift that has been under my nose this whole time.
This is a practice in forgiveness and vulnerability. It is also a way to laugh at myself.
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