Journals, Past and Present I see that my entries are gone. I just have to have faith that they exist somewhere, and I will get them back. When I do, I will spend an ungodly amount of time copying and pasting them all onto my home computer as backup. I have all the journals I've ever written in. The first one was covered in cloth with a bear pattern on it. Eww. But it served it's purpose. In it I wrote about getting my first period. And I wrote about boys. When I was younger I hated other girls because they seemed obsessed with boys and makeup and girly clothes, and I hated all of that. I wore combat boots from the Army Surplus store with baggy cargo pants (before they were in fashion) and skater shirts. I wore no makeup, or at least rarely. But I was obsessed with boys. I only need to look through all of my journals to see that. I still am. |