Today I had this desparate need to find that old paper journal of mine. Two years ago, I packed it up, along with everything else I own, put it in a box and threw it into a storage room. I needed to forget all of it and start a new life, somewhere that no one knew my name and I could just start over. That was almost three years ago. It feels like a lifetime. There's a sense of urgency in finding that journal. It's a part of me that I wanted to forget for so long. Something I needed to leave behind, to hide from. But now I find myself desperately wanting it back. I'm trying to remember what was so horrible that I had to get away from it. So I went up to that storage room today and searched through every one of those boxes to no avail. I am convinced that I won't find it again until comfortable with who I am and where I am. That is at least a year away. So I'm trying to get myself to remember the things I may have written in there, and sadly, only two entries come to mind. One involving a certain "theme song'd" individual which I'd rather not discuss right now. The other was written on a paper coaster from chili's on the day of my grandfather's funeral. I remember thinking about how wierd it was that we (my cousins, siblings and I) were all sitting around, laughing and joking on that day. I thought it was the coolest thing that we were able to celebrate his life in that way. I guess I was just hoping to recreate some of those feelings, some of those memories, and use who I was as a starting place to figure out who I am now and how far I am from who I want to be. Geez, these entries keep getting lamer. I'm going to have to start writing more about drama or falling down the stairs or something.
this one was written July 23, 2005 @ 11:28 pm by dee |
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