Today I found my old diary I started writing in when I was a sophomore in high school. The first line was “This is a really nice journal and I’m going to try to write in it as often as possible.” I only had about twenty entries in it, the last one being the first day I started college. ”I already hate my roommate and secretly plan on transferring to WSU at semester.”
A lot of what I’d written didn’t seem like it came from me at all. Josh was asleep on my loveseat when I picked it up and I soon became weary of waking him with how much I was laughing. Every time I wrote in it I seemed to be very angry, or at least thought I was.
This is mine:
baboo.muxtape.com
