I came across an old journal from high school the other night and couldn't put it down.Tales of young love and betrayal, heartache and friendship and drugs and alcohol.
Horrifyingly embarrassing, it reads like a modern soap opera for teens, littered with F bombs.
Certainly not readable material for any future generations, do I burn it? Recycle it?
Perhaps I'll rip out the good parts and save them. Sadly, there aren't many.
The very last entry is a dream and the last line reads this:
"I leave and find myself in the sunshine, in an orchard, with the ripest of apples."
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Every time I move (which is often) I read parts of my old journals. You have to keep it even if to throw at an angsty teen and say, SEE!
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