backyard crowing ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- one day and to think...one day i won't remember all this. or i'll vaguely remember it, anyway. i want to make a vow that when i finish college and go off to be a journalist, i'm going to keep on writing in this journal. i might transfer to a different blogging site eventually, but i don't ever want to stop writing a journal. i'm so accustomed to it now, and i do not wish to get out of the habit. i feel like it is almost a responsibility now, but one i treasure. this diary is usually not profound nor significant to the rest of the world, but it is my world, and how i react to it. the entries are a slice of my life, and a slice of life in this century. i am my own historian. i wonder if i will ever show this to anyone. i'm ashamed of some entries, proud of others, and uncaring about still others. some make me laugh, some bore me to tears, and some make me realize just how much i've changed. these pages are my growth. still i hold back from publishing EVERYTHING--i don't have the time to tell you everything. hopefully i've covered the important points. ...and some things are sad enough that i can't bear to write them. they confuse and bewilder me to a point i feel i cannot put into words anything, so instead i write sentences like, "i'm really upset, so upset i don't what to write." it is the equivalent of "i don't want to talk about it," or "i'm tired." i don't know where this entry is going, but i am going to bed. soon...hopefully... 12:50 am - Wednesday, Nov. 01, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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