A Journal Entry From March 28, 1999
I was thinking about why I write in here and tell all these things that happen to me, like I am telling someone a story that knows nothing about me. I do it for the sole purpose of giving myself a way to remind myself what I was thinking at a particular moment. I don’t want anyone to know about this or to even read it. I hope that this is still here when I am gone, but I doubt it. I also want this for when I have children; I can remember what it was like to go through what they are going through. I have to remember. I don’t want to be like my parents. I am going to be totally different. They aren’t bad parents; I am just going to do things different.
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