Last night I was killed by my curiosity. It had been following me for quite some time. It had been raising the hair on the back of my neck when I was left alone, it stirred and burned and twisted me up, it ignited me and filled me with a lust for knowing. My curiosity lured me in and I couldn’t resist it, I couldn’t turn away, so regrettably desired, some consolation for my doubt. God only knows why I wanted to find it, but I gave in.
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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