June 8, 2011

It’s been difficult reading my journals. It has been all the things one would expect when reflecting on their formative years. The mortified feeling I have when I read some of those angstier entries of my teenage years. The desperation of my early twenties. Although I have read these journals several times over, for some reason this time I am feeling it all so differently than I have in the past.

After reading a lot of these journals I have come to one main conclusion. Up until I met Brandon, at nearly age 26, I was a deeply unhappy person.

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  1. #1 by philf on September 1, 2012 - 6:26 pm

    yikes, journals of youth passed, how I dread that someone will read them before I can burn them. Your willingness to re-read yours, and your actually doing it, amazes me.

    I quite literally dream about how i can burn all of them in one single consuming fire. i can’t die until that’s done

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