I feel weird all the time. I can’t focus on anything! It’s probably because I only got a few hours of sleep last night.
God. I didn’t know it was possible, but somehow Dee is still clingy. I’m getting really fucking tired of it. I’d help him if he let me, but all he does is tell me how I ruined his life and then ask me really rude personal questions. Like wtf is your problem? Oh my god I want curry from Zen House SO fucking bad right now. Oh my gosh. I would jump in the snow naked for that right now.
Celeste is the most beautiful person I know. She is my best friend even though I feel like I’ll never be hers. She’s so special and talented.
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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