Today me and Daniel went to our chair at Chester Bowl. It was fun, as always. When I left his house to go to yoga, he hugged me and like dragged me around the room until we tripped on a basket and fell on each other and it was like the funniest thing ever. I wanted to bottle up that moment forever.
Yoga kicked my ass tonight. Felt good.
Ugh fuck, he thinks I’m ‘artistic’. And Dee is ‘madly in love with me’. I’m so fucked I don’t even know what to do.
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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