I have a stack of writings in my room, mostly from college. One envelope was from my creative writing course senior year, and one was from the required freshman writing course; both contained all the writings I was forced to do over the semester.
Except the one that I thought was the freshman writings was ACTUALLY my journals up till, um, I stopped, around 1995 (second semester of 12th grade). And from what I can tell, it's all about boys. Crushes and unrequited lust and first loves and "friends with benefits." And that's the less inane parts. There's also some general teen angst and such. And then there's the just "Went to mall with mom. Bought pants" entries.
This will make for some painful reading.
Except the one that I thought was the freshman writings was ACTUALLY my journals up till, um, I stopped, around 1995 (second semester of 12th grade). And from what I can tell, it's all about boys. Crushes and unrequited lust and first loves and "friends with benefits." And that's the less inane parts. There's also some general teen angst and such. And then there's the just "Went to mall with mom. Bought pants" entries.
This will make for some painful reading.
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Date: 2002-09-11 04:39 pm (UTC)you've got pants
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Date: 2002-09-11 04:47 pm (UTC)I have journals dating back to when I was 14 or 15. Full of anger towards my Mom, stupidly enthusiastic love of Boyz II Men and other Top 40 music, wholesale angst, and fear, uncertainty, and doubt about girls I was infatuated with. I even have a thick stack of letters from my first girlfriend that I'll never throw out. The things we wrote about were laughable.
- Cooper
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Date: 2002-09-11 04:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-11 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-12 10:31 am (UTC)