in search of a 5 by 8 red moleskine

[lovley_cello]

I finished my journal, the black beat up one, on the way back to school, nearly two and a half years after I started it. There was something right about finishing it much the same way I began it: on a plane carrying me away from my home

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[chrome_serenity]

do you mean red like the red of their planners or red like the red in the set of three you bought last summer and decorated?

congratualtions on your completion. i know the feeling, it's quite exhilarating. flipping through the pages and knowing that you're on every single one of them... there's nothing like it. i've never kept one journal for so long. maybe one day. but i have this thing with journals now: it used to be that i'd want all of my past volumes nearby, to re-consult. but now, when i'm done with one, i put it away for a good while and do my best to ignore that section of past. this makes looking back on it much more revealing.

we grow much faster than we realize.

the passage that begins Physically I'm neutral, emotionally I'm discontent, mentally I'm restless... is incredible. i resonate with everything in it. i try to live by 'this too shall pass' nearly every day

[chrome_serenity]

wow. i rock at spelling 'congratulations' almost as much as kelsey.

[tires]

I really liked this entry. I hate it when people figure me out too :P