Sometimes I recall the strange and unusual life I lead, lost somewhere in between, a place so neutral that nothing is noticed about the tone of my life. Rich or poor? Loved or neglected? Captured or free? Perhaps this is where my indifference comes from. I’m obviously very stoned right now. I actually feel kind of happy. I’m whitening my teeth in preparation for Parker’s cabin, I don’t care that it sounds strange. Damn my mouth is dry. I wish I could split my heart in half and spend the night with myself. I can feel the moon above me, though.
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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