I’m really sick. I’m not at school. I thought I would write down my dreams from last night.
Kevin kissed me on the cheek like 100 times while waiting for a flight to somewhere in the Middle East. Nicki had a fucking nasty crush on me. Mrs. G tried to sexually assault me. I stayed up really late with Sean and Bridget at Uncle Paul’s house and then snuck out to see Dee. I went on vacation and stayed in a building shaped like the number 23 and our neighbor was afraid of neckties.
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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