I am now twenty-five and on my way to becoming successful in many walks of life. I was reading back through my old journals the other day and had a realization. I started these journals when I was 18 and, as I look back, I wondered if my past anxieties, emotions or trials might help a new generation of dreamer get through what they are going through now. So going forward I am going to post the intimate details of my early life, the inception of my writing career and any other struggles I went though as a young adult. If my life touches even one person the intimacy of these posts will be worth it. So enjoy a look at me!
Journal Entry One July 7th 2007.
Hey Me,
I don't know why I'm writing this. I don't know if I even want to have a journal. It seems so personal putting words about me and my life on paper. It's not a book I'm writing, where I am free to be someone else. No this is me, only me, BORING!!! What will I write about me life? Nothing ever seems to happen. I'll only write about pain and annoyance I fear. It's sad but I will barely write about anything else. Happy feelings aren't near as easy to expel. I don't want to write about people or things around me. Simply the emotions I feel. Just the pain, hurt and love... No not love, not in that special way at least. Now jealousy, I could write about jealousy. Still I don't want to. That acing pain to be loved by someone still haunts me. The gap in my heart begging to be filled. What shall I do? Who Shall I meet? Will I fall in love? Only my Future entries will tell.
Laters,
- Me
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