| After rereading the old entries in here--since I don't write here anymore I only had to go like one or two pages before I got to stuff from exactly a year ago--I'm realizing that I'm not such a messed up person after all.
Now, a year ago--THAT was messed up.
I'm at Northwestern, finally, and in love with a completely different guy than the one I loved a year ago, and the people who were calling themselves my friends and causing me pain are gone.
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| I really hate it when history repeats itself.
It was never meant to be like this.
Now I can't say anything till the summer's over.
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| Well, I've always known that last summer sucked, but I could never quite articulate why it changed me so much. Now I can:
I don't love traveling anymore.
I can't quite say that I hate it--that'd be excessive, maybe--but I've definitely lost that excited jittery feeling I used to have right before each time I travel.
Now it's a different kind of jittery feeling. Dread.
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| If the rest of my life is like today, I will be an eternally happy girl.
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| What I just did is sooooooooooo pathetic.
But totally me.
I've been making plans my whole life. Now is no exception.
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