Journals

On depressed winter days I like to huddle in my apartment and aimlessly find odd things to do, like read my diary from when I was 22 (which I’m sworn to burn along with the rest of my journals filled with embarrasing teenage scribe…) I mean, I know it’s destroying what would surely be described as pages of riveting literary fare. For instance, in several passages I ponder profound questions on the nature of young male motives, like “why doesn’t he call me?” Or I discuss the effects of stimulants on the human body…”boy, I drank a lot last night and I sure am hung over.” Surely, when I’m famous, biographers are going to want to save these gems. There are also some fascinating unique chronicles of my escapades which (fancy this) involve alcohol and wacky escapades (in college too), like stealing food from the dining hall pantry, and climbing fences to get back in the dorms…I bet we were the only ones.

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I’m going to read what I haven’t read before once so as to fully digest the nature of my own teen angst, and then go back to my thirty-something depressions (which is far more sophisticated and original).

Just for today, I can let go of the past.