Today is my second day, we started on Friday. The building is really different, very beautiful and new. However, there isn’t a microwave in the cafeteria, but that should [redacted]. I hate everything about myself, physically.
I can’t think about anything but that concert!
Daniel ended up coming up to Duluth for a night because they finally rented out their old house. I guess that means they won’t be coming up anymore.
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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