The more I think about it, the sicker it makes me feel. I didn’t sleep at all last night, and when I drifted off even just a little bit I had dreams about hanging out with Ashley and Dee while they were a couple, and what a giant scene I was making, breaking things and screaming and throwing up. I don’t know why I care so much, I feel like I shouldn’t but I do.
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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. View all posts by uuggla