Dearest Darling Readers,
Do you ever go through your old stuff and find old diaries or notes or anything, really, and just sit there sifting through it all and trying to comprehend how much you've changed (or how much you haven't)?
I've done that. I was one of those girls who started and failed to keep 1 million and 1 diaries. So basically I have a drawer full of diaries and each one only has a few entries in it. Sometimes I just...re-discover them, and sit around reading what the old me wrote down. Sometimes I'm embarrassed about who I used to be, but usually I'm just nostalgic, nostalgic for the times where my biggest problems were boys and mean girls and oh...I guess life hasn't changed that much :-P
But it's more like how those things were written--the tone of the entries, that kind of thing. What has triggered this post today is that I discovered a blog that my boyfriend had for a couple of years, but that he stopped posting in about a year ago. He is such a different person now. He is awesome now, but I kind of wish that I had known him better two years ago, too. He thinks he sounds like "lamesauce" in that blog, but he sounds like a really sweet guy, just without much of a social life. <3
He's told me stories about what he was like when he was younger, but reading this blog has really given me a real look at who he used to be. He is SO different now, but at the same time, he is kindof the same. And I am happy about that. <3
~Book
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My 5th grade teacher made us all write letters to ourselves which she then mailed to us at the end of the next year. In that one year I hadn't changed enough or wasn't aware of it to appreciate that letter coming back to me a year later but when I find it in my room every year or two nowadays, I really feel like I'm looking through a window back. It's so little, and I wish I had more from myself back then, cause I barely remember what I was like, I guess I kinda wiped it out. But yes Book, I know what you mean, in fact scattered in my various places in my room are little objects that just picking up or refunding bring back specific memories, perhaps this is why people tend to be pack rats or boarders. Perhaps the reason we cherish mementos and souvenirs is that we are afraid of losing part of our past selves. Perhaps this is why it's fun to read an old book or heck maybe this is why books were created in the first place, so people don't lose themselves and never forget the best or worst times of their lives.
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