Looking back, this was the best summer of my adolescence. I became more solidified in myself than ever before, and more solidified in my friendships. The people in these entries are still some of my closest friends today. However, this is also when suicidal thoughts emerged in my writing. It’s so interesting to me that as I developed a sharper perception of myself and began to understand and embrace the most beautiful parts of life– friendship, happenstance, a sprig of lilacs– I was also granted a greater capacity for hurting, and a greater capacity for harm against myself. Things do get worse from here. They also get so much better. I’m trying to forgive the beginnings of this through transparency and trust– she was doing the best that she could with what she was given.
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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. View all posts by uuggla