i've kept a journal for as long as i can remember. a couple nights ago, i started from the beginning. i read for hours. it's funny how entertained you can be with your own thoughts and ideas; thoughts you had forgotten about, ideas that spawn memories of where or what or who you used to be.
i'm in a completely foreign territory. i'm always the girl with the boyfriend. i've spent a better part of 5 years with the same guy. in six years i've only spent mere months as a single girl. and now for the first time in as long as i can remember, i'm venturing out on my own. and though i'm hurt, terrified and confused, i'm also completely floored. while revisiting old pages from notebooks and journals i realized just how much i neglect myself. i've been caring and worrying about someone else for so long that i forgot about me. i am way overdue for some me-time. i feel really good about finally coming into my own.
journal #3 tonight. a great reminder of where, what and who i've been.
and who i'm going to be =)
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i love doing that, going back and reading from the start. man i was such a loser back then.. haha.
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