Today seems like a good day for a birthday. I don’t know anyone who has a birthday today, April 3rd just has a nice ring to it. Maybe because it seems like it should be spring. It’s not spring here. I have a feeling that spring will never come for me. Even when it’s summertime, spring will not have come for me.
Daniel makes me upset sometimes because he holds me back and I just want to have fun and be young. But I feel so old.
I don’t think that I’ve ever told you about the frost. That’s what I call it anyways, when I zone out and I’m thinking about something sad or nothing at all. It affects me so much that I have this weird physical reaction. My body feels like it’s slowly frosting over. It starts in the middle of my body and just keeps growing until it reaches my fingertips.
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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