I certainly picked a weird day to start this thing. I’ve been spending the last few weeks in a nostalgic haze, reminiscing about High School and all that, but now I’ve been focusing the same feelings on the present.
All the good ones are taken, damaged, or live 3000 miles away. Dammit.
And so it begins
Maybe I’ll end up using this more, maybe not at all.
If this journal ends up being the story of my life, then it’s picking up right in the middle of the story when things are so complicated it would take months to explain it all…