I am so PISSED. Dee was supposed to be here 3 and a half hours ago. So I am doing nothing. He’s not even half way here yet. He’s gonna get here in like, two hours. And I was so excited. He said he would get here at 4:30, and it’s going to be 10:30.
I’m fucking livid. And I’m sad! I’ve been counting down the days for what… three weeks? It hurts my feelings. Because he acts like it’s no big deal and now he’s mad at me for being a bitch about it. I have so many emotions right now. I hate being let down like this.
I got a new sweatshirt today. It’s seafoam green. Yeah.
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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