reading through old journals is always interesting. sometimes funny, sometimes painful, but always interesting. i was sorting through a drawer i hadnt looked in in a long time and i found an old journal from like 3 years ago that i had forgotten about cos i only filled in about half of it so i hadnt thrown it in my journal box with the rest of em.
it's funny about life though. looking back you i see how foolish i was about some stuff, but can also see how i have grown. it's funny too how i still have some of the same struggles, insecurities, things i'm always trying to overcome. that could make me depressed, but for some reason i see it more as each of us has our stuff that is hard for us and that makes us unique. so i am not depressed or discouraged, it actually makes things seem more clear to me as to why i am how i am.