Many years ago I wrote in a journal nearly every day, faithfully filling many small 200-page books with angst-ridden teenage musings.
I always used pencil, an early indication of my life-long attraction to impermanence. Probably a reflection of frail self-confidence, too.
My earliest journal entries were mostly about boys I had crushes on and
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