When you find something of yours from a long time ago, it's almost like opening a time machine. Moving back home to my parent's house has kind of been like entering a time machine and going back....way back...
I found a diary of mine that has barely been used. From when I was 15. It starts out kind of depressing. And then it gets silly, and then hilarious, and then down right dirty. I definitely had some sort of multiple personality disorder back then, and depression. Going to get help for that was probably the best thing for me at that time.
I wrote about my self hatred, my delusions that my friends really didn't like me, and other horrible, negative thoughts. I read over some of the entries, and it seemed like I was obsessed with having the attention of a guy. I was 'in love' with a guy I talked to on the phone and on the internet. I remember now running up the phone bill so high that I got my phone taken away. Those damned long distance relationships!
I wrote about how cyber sex was pretty awesome, and I remember being quite the little slut in chat rooms and IMs. I switched to phone sex. I should have been getting paid for that crap!
I also found a yearbook from elementary school. It's crazy how just looking at those photos can bring back so many memories. Field days, playground antics, teachers, learning to read, etc...
This has been a fun journey into the wayback machine...A Teenage Dream if you will.
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