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I just was browsing through my old files on my computer and found a series of journal entries from Junior year of high school.
I opened them up and started reading and it was bizarre how detached I am from those words, the experiences and odd things I wrote about, and most of all, that person.
Not to say I was an entirely different person 4 years ago, and several, most in fact, of my good friends were still the same, but from what I gathered I just couldn't wrap my head around things.
Not to say I'm some genius now...but I was reading and going "What was that pet peeve I wrote about? Band buses? What?"
I guess that just goes to show how I've grown and how old I really am. Odd. I don't miss that person one bit. I am fine where I am.





























