Happy 8th Birthday Diary
8 years ago, on this day, at this time, I was making my first entry on this diary. At that time, if somebody had asked me if they thought I would still be dealing with the same issues I was at that time (other than having a melodramatic sucking the life out of me boyfriend) I would have laughed, and figured that by 25 I would be all "grown up" and have my shit figure out by then. Kind of funny how I feel even younger than I did at 17. I'm wondering who I am, who I was, who I'm going to be... yearning for the past, and the people who knew me back then. And it seems like most people have the capacity to move past those days, and the people who were in them, which also means that I have been left as well.