I've had an obsession with journals ever since I was little. These are some my 4th, 7th and 8th grade ones (pretty much all are halfway filled). I have waaaay more. They're really embarrassing and weird and sometimes they still hold true to my life now, and I kind of love them.
Anyway, I've finally finished my most recent journal of about a year and a half. Which is sad, but exciting because I never finish them. It's kind of interesting and I half-collaged it (I don't have the patience for a real collage journal) so I took some pictures of it. You can actually read some of the words and stuff, so that's slightly more personal than I want it to be, but I don't really tell anyone I know in ~*real lyfe*~ about this blog. So it's all good. And most of it isn't even true anymore since many of the entries are from freshman year.
When it all started... the first day of freshman year. Eeeek. Seems so long now.
HAHAHA I watched Devdas witth my friend Katie and it was shit but whatevs it was all dramatic so I liked it obviously.
I painted on my arm some lyrics from this song and was all "this applies to my life all the time ugh"
16 Candles feels because it applies to my life all the fucking time it's not even funny. Okay it's funny.
MOLLY HOOPER FEELS because she is yet another depressing person I identify with, along with Holden Caulfield, I'm not crazy I promise, I JUST LIKE J.D. SALINGER OKAY
Went to a party, took that picture, wrote about it
Hahahah Hey Arnold feels. Yes, they do exist.
Look it's me from 4th-11th grade I look exactly the same as I did when I was 10. Although you can see my style gradually change. Just don't look at the 7th grade one. Awful haircut + turtleneck + derp face. Also I was the only one in my 8th grade class to get the rainbow background except for this flamboyantly gay ballerina who is possibly one of the best people I've ever met. His goal in life is to be Gene Kelly and it's perfect.
My only valentine this year :'( wah wah wah wah
I have a lot of random cards and stationary, and I decided to make them useful.
When you open it...
Hey people who know me in real life get away and stop reading all my depressing overly-romantic freshman & sophomore ramblings I don't appreciate it