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Don't look back. You'll see the stupid.
Mar. 21st, 2009 03:19 am( Comic under the cut )
Looking back on my old journals is a really really horrible experience. And hilarious.
My favorite entry details a fantasy about asking a boy I liked into my room which for some reason would be decorated like a lame disco. Under the twirling multi-colored lights I would ask him if he wrote poetry, which would lead to him opening up to me about his deepest feelings - and then we'd make out.
Though, for an idiotic twelve year old, I was oddly prescient:
"At the moment I feel myself quite wize [sic] in writing this out but I feel that as days, weeks, months, even years pass I will think of myself and this diary completely idiotic. I can see myself now, reading this back to myself chuckling at my own stupidity."
Well, mostly prescient. There's some chuckling, but also some reeling back in terror.
Looking back on my old journals is a really really horrible experience. And hilarious.
My favorite entry details a fantasy about asking a boy I liked into my room which for some reason would be decorated like a lame disco. Under the twirling multi-colored lights I would ask him if he wrote poetry, which would lead to him opening up to me about his deepest feelings - and then we'd make out.
Though, for an idiotic twelve year old, I was oddly prescient:
"At the moment I feel myself quite wize [sic] in writing this out but I feel that as days, weeks, months, even years pass I will think of myself and this diary completely idiotic. I can see myself now, reading this back to myself chuckling at my own stupidity."
Well, mostly prescient. There's some chuckling, but also some reeling back in terror.