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[kbk]

I am a fucking idiot. Because obviously reading the pages of notes taken from my diaries during high school - the worst fucking years of my life - is not something that will upset me, no, not at all.

I mean, it's kinda funny, the way the words say one thing and the reported actions say another, but...

Ow. Agh. Been meaning to go to Tesco for hours. Gonna go now.

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[rev-lj.livejournal.com]

I tried keeping a diary while i was at high school, but i called it a journal. I found it a few years ago and found it so abhorrent that I threw it away almost immediately, shortly after laughing harshly at my teenage naïvety.

[kbk]

Some of it makes me want to do that, but other bits are about my mother dying and for some reason I want to hold onto them.

[rev-lj.livejournal.com]

Well it means more than just random teenage angst, if that's the case. Mine had no particular significance beyond angst. Can you throw out parts of it? Or find a way of just keeping the parts that you want? It may just be too intermixed though.

[kbk]

I think it's sufficiently intermixed that I would have to sit down and work at it, and, well, it would not be good for my emotional stability so I'll just not, I think. Meh.

[alexdickson.livejournal.com]

Old recollections are so much more important than we think they are at the time. we might look at them now and laugh at how "simple" or abhorent they are in relation to who we are now, but even the journals/diaries of the past are a part of who we are now. They might not have been much more than recaps then but they help show what we were back then. If I had a journal back then I'd look back upon it with minimal regrets, even though most of the group were full of shit happenings back then. Chalk it down to experience as opposed to anything else. Though that's easier said than done with this sort of thing.