It's now few and far between that I make entries in this diary. The past one I made was a few months after Deia was born; the entry before that was four years previous. All I can think when I look back at my words is, isn't it funny how we change over time in ways that we cannot really predict? I have been writing this diary for more than 11 years. When I look back at my previous entries it seems unbelievable that a decade of my life has been captured in this way. These written words are a snapshot of my life. I began on-line journaling (is this considered blogging? I don't know. I think that term was developed after I started this) when I was 20. That seems like an eternity ago. There is a lot of pain, happiness, anger, questioning, everything, captured here...a lot of anger. I really do wonder what 25 year old me, or 20 year old me would think of 30 year old me.
9:27 a.m. - 2012-10-22
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