old journal

I found an old journal that I kept mainly my freshman and sohpomore years of high school.

I read it. I laughed. I cried.

Things that I wrote are so cryptic to me now. I had no idea who I was writing certain entries about.

I found angry four page "letter" I wrote to a boy. It was from summer before sophomore year. It made me sick to my stomach remembering things like that.

Overall, I guess I can say that I've grown up a lot in the course of four years.

I pulled out a pen and wrote that I was a freshman in college, and that things have changed.

Maybe I'll pick it up again some day.