School is so close to being over. Thank god, I don’t know how much more I can take. I’m really sad all the time.
Someday, I want to just leave. This summer, I’m going to take my car and just start driving. I’m going to find some spot up the shore and camp there all alone.
I wish that I was my own person but I’m not. I’m a copy of a copy of a copy. I didn’t even make up that sentence it’s from a movie called fight club that I hated. I’m so unoriginal it hurts. I am everything that people say I am. How has anyone ever loved themself?
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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