I have about 100 half filled journals. Considering scanning and freeing up some volume...
This is an excerpt from late high school. It's about looking back at my early high school writing about a crush and knowing it ends unreciprocated.
I am not that person. We are different. Nonetheless the optimistic light in which most of the entries find themselves in turns my stomach. The loss of one is the gaining of the other. Innocence Experience.
I see an innocent boy wanting the best. I read his hopes and, although no tears come, my stomach aches. Like watching a bad stand-up comic waiting for laughs that won't come. I read words coming from the pen of the truly naive. I know there is an unhappy ending, I've already seen that movie (hell, I'm in it!). I wish we had Cornflakes for tomorrow morning's breakfast.
I love how naive they both seem to me. How these words seem silly to you, future me.
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I think, somewhere in one of my hundreds of half-filled journals, I also have an entry that reads much the same. Funny to look back and realize that the whole time we felt like we were the only ones going through it, only to realize later in life we were all in it together.
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