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It's only semi autobiographical
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
I just thought tonight about the diary I left at home. Not a proper diary of course, sporadic entries since I was, well 10ish I suppose. From once every 2 days to about once every 2 years, there was at least a three year gap between two entries.
If I could go back in time to when I first started writing I would be torn. The ink I put to paper was quite meaningful, it was my true feelings at the time, and in that way, I respect myself.
In another, very real, way I would like to kick myself square in the balls and shout;
"Get your life together!"
I was thinking the right things, having the right attitude, but not doing anything. The me from anything before year 10/11 deserved a right beating and a sorting out.
Since then, I have done a few things that deserve seven shades kicked out of me, but occurrences are getting less. Unfortunately in this time, I have felt the need to remove other people from the equation, and as anyone with a barely passed A-level in psychology will tell you, this means I am passing from neurotic to psychotic.
I like to think I have a balance struck at the moment, but you just know that age 21 I am going to look back on this and say;
"Bloody hell, sort your life out!"
Before wishing that I could come back in time and kick the stuffing out of me now.
As a message to my future self, feel free, if that is what I think needs to be done, I trust my oppinion. Go for it.
Now i'm tired, I'm going to plan a rant on mental illness.
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