I spent like 17 hours with Daniel today. It’s our last day together. It was really hard. He came over at like 7 am and hung out in bed with me, and we napped until 10. It was nice. We cooked food and made smoothies and watched part of a movie. Then we went to Shopko and McDonald’s, then back to my house. We snuggled and laughed and went for a walk and bought some drinks from the gas station. When we got back we cried a bit and listened to Califone. Then we sat on the couch and listened to Iron and Wine and I can say honestly that I’ve never cried so hard in front of another person. I can’t remember a time when I’ve cried that hard.
I need to sleep. It pains me to think of how bleak my next entry will be. Sigh.
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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