I’m sixteen now. I’m wondering again, why even bother with connections? Nothing ever works, people always leave. If I’m going to die all alone, why live with anyone? I don’t know what to say, really.
I’m curious. I’m curious what will happen to me later in life, curious who I will lose my virginity to, I’m curious what my last meal I eat will be.
I wonder if I will ever stay in love after falling into it. Or if I’ll ever feel happy, or if I’ll ever stop [redacted].
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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