I look nothing like this layout any longer.

I feel nothing like this layout any longer.

I've had this diary for so long and come back to it as often as I call old friends who used to mean a lot to me.

That would be never.

This entire journal charts my maturation, my coming into womanhood, my teen angst blossoming into adult wisdom.

I am almost ashamed of who I used to be and the things that were important to me.

I am now a college graduate. I am now in a city that ended up being not nearly large enough for my dreams. So I am moving on to something new, something grandiose, a fresh start.

I have fallen in and out of relationships. Most of them harmful, a few of them wonderful, a few of them had no affect on me at all.

I am currently dating a man named Alex. Last night we sat across from one another and painted eachother onto canvas. He has a degree in art. I do not. He also treats me very well and makes me smile and giggle and is capable of having conversations that do more than scrape the surface.

This is a temporary thing. We are moving to opposite sides of the country. He is going to be in L.A. and I am moving to New York and then he will be just an active memory.

I'm such an internal masochist.

That's how things go, I do suppose.

Anyways, I am at myspace if you need me.

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