Diary

I never write in my diary anymore. I keep my daily planner up to date, but even that I'm slacking with. Don't feel too bad about that coz well, I'm not 13 anymore, but I miss the pride I used to have in them.

I know for certain that the reason I don't write anymore is basically because I'm happy. Sure there are some mild downers here and there, but generally life is great! I have super friends, two of which are returning VERY shortly (almost can't believe it), a super family and a wonderful boyfriend.

It makes me sad though that when I'm dead, the only record of me will be a collection of depressing lowlights and morbid thoughts. I shudder to think. And I'm really not all that morbid, everyone gets like that sometimes and that's when I find it easier to write.

Historians will have a tough time putting my life together. Trying to splice my photo's somewhere into my diaries but it'll never make sense. Photo: Huge party, me happily, merrily festive; Diary: Bleh. It'll be like trying to fit a corner puzzle piece somewhere in the center. This of course because we know that millions of historians will be lining up to study my lifetime.

I just hate that hardly any of my relationship with Matt has been documented. I want people to know how happy I am. Well, "D" is back from Cape Town so maybe I'll have a few things to write about after all. Fuckwit.