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Nov. 8th, 2009 12:29 pmI found my journal from sophomore year last night. I was reading it and damn. There are about 400 hand written pages from the first day of school to may something. DAMN.
I skipped to certain parts and read. All these emotions came up when I read them. Like when I got grounded FROM my room. Or when some kid that didn't even know my name came up behind me and started playing with my hair. I had turned to look at him, and he put his arm down. I had quirked my head to the side as if to ask "HUH?" and he just nodded at me. ???
But yeah, it was interesting. And I don't want to stop writing a hand written journal. It's fun. Yay! ^_^
I skipped to certain parts and read. All these emotions came up when I read them. Like when I got grounded FROM my room. Or when some kid that didn't even know my name came up behind me and started playing with my hair. I had turned to look at him, and he put his arm down. I had quirked my head to the side as if to ask "HUH?" and he just nodded at me. ???
But yeah, it was interesting. And I don't want to stop writing a hand written journal. It's fun. Yay! ^_^
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