katiea:

Today I found my old diary I started writing in when I was a sophomore in high school. The first line was “This is a really nice journal and I’m going to try to write in it as often as possible.” I only had about twenty entries in it, the last one being the first day I started college. ”I already hate my roommate and secretly plan on transferring to WSU at semester.”

A lot of what I’d written didn’t seem like it came from me at all. Josh was asleep on my loveseat when I picked it up and I soon became weary of waking him with how much I was laughing. Every time I wrote in it I seemed to be very angry, or at least thought I was. 

 I love/hate reading my old “diaries”. It’s always interesting to go back in time, in a way, and see how I was feeling/thinking at any given point in my life. Although, it’s usually very depressing/embarrassing/hilarious, because I also almost never wrote when I was feeling anything but angry.