Funny what you write under the influence of adolescence. It's a lot like drugs, I tell you. Haha.
In memory of my first heartbreak [January 29, 1999], I unearthed my high school journals which, much to my dismay, are missing several seasons. Out of three, I only recovered one diary. Now, I'm thinking whether my sister held them captive for future blackmail or that I simply lost them in the black hole somewhere in the bodega [aka my old room].
Whatever the fate of my journals be, I am confident that if and when they get recovered and read, that lucky person has a lot to laugh about. I just wish I'd get my hands on them before incriminating data gets around.
So I have a habit of writing about my crushes and writing to them as a journalistic exercise [yeah, right] for editing in the future. The future is now and what a laugh I've had. What the heck was I thinking?
I am glad to know that I have matured in so many ways-- writing skills, thought processes, and making sense of the why's of the world. Oh barf, I did not just say that. Haha. So to my younger selves whose words were immortalized in these pages, cheers! You had been a great source of rediscovery.
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