What a concept.
On September 23, 2001, exactly 10 months and 2 days ago I decided to get a diary. I had never had a diary before, and maybe an online one would be a good start. I still don't have a 'normal' diary, and at this point, I don't want to.
I'm not particularly fond of that first entry - in fact, it's not even listed as my first, I had to re-enter it because of an error on my part. Errors aside, it's a very unpolished, faux entry. I talked about my two lives, further divided now than they ever have been, quite happily.
I talked about how far apart I'd drifted from my grade school, whose name I prefer not to mention now. I said the name far too many times in that entry.
I gave my first glimmer of truth about where I came from and how different it made me. There was a sense of 'I don't care, screw you' back in the old country.
I quoted a dance I hadn't been at. With luck, I'll never have to go to any more.
I talked about being different than everyone I was around, and I wrote some things that would piss a lot of people off today.
I still believe it, and I also believe people can change. Whatever and ever amen.
I finished by casually, dorkily quoting the song that embodied the last 10 months for me. I didn't know how drastically my life would change. Between about 20 movies, about 10 games, 7 or 8 HTML layouts, a copy of photoshop, 4 girls, 3 diaries, 2 plays, 2 sports, 2 'jobs', one job, 3 breakdowns, and probably a good 5 months of depression, things are different than they ever have been before. I said to my mom at the beginning of the year that I didn't want to grow up. I still don't.
10 months, 2 days. Days with 8 entries, weeks with no entries. Sitting at home, doing nothing, not getting a chance to get home until midnight. 500 entries, for better or for worse.
Anyone perfect must be lying
Anything easy has it's cost
Anyone plain can pe lovely
Anyone loved can be lost
What if I lost my direction
What if I lost a sense of time
What if I nursed this infection
Maybe the worst is behind...