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Old May 14, 2018, 07:24 PM
Anonymous43918
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I have a few journals somewhere, not sure where but they're about. I don't know what I want to do with them, frankly I don't care if people read them after I die, not like they'd be able to anyways. If I was depressed I'd write a sentence, otherwise it's page after page of illegible nonsense. I actually find it helpful to look back and notice patterns.

Funny story, I frequently wrote about how stupid everyone around me was in high school classes and then just ripped the papers in half and threw them in recycling when I got home. Well one night a bear knocked the bin over and those letters were all up and down the driveway. My dad read a little bit just commented on my colorful language.