So this is my first entry... I wonder how long I'll actually use this? It's been a while since I've written in my school one. Normally, I can't keep my pen away from the paper. I guess I'm just more concerned with writing my stories than keeping a journal. I do miss it however... The thoughts were just so random. And some of them didn't make sense. I'm doing to type part of the opening entry from it here because it's important to me.
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It all started when someone asked me why I write. I thought about it for a second, mostly because I didn't understand the question. It's like I asked them, why do you breathe? Because you need to. I need to write. It's just that simple. I write to see the subtleties in my character; to know myself from the inside; to understand why I think the way I do; to vent; but most of all, because the act of weaving words together to create stories, snap shots of one's life, means as much to me as the sun means to the rain forest.
If any of that makes sense, then you'll understand exactly how I feel about the power of words.
I would know.
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Have a nice life.
I just hope Nate can forgive me for everything that happened. It's all my fault, and I realize this now. How can he bear to look at me? I couldn't look at myself for weeks. I couldn't stand being alone during that time, but being in Nate's constant company was a whole other torture. I never thought I'd see a man cry, but I swore he did. I wish I never saw it, but I did. And it's something I'll never speak about again, or ever forget.
In my head, I saw it. I saw them happy. Too bad she just wanted attention. And I inadvertently killed my best friend. He's better now, but no where near what he used to be. I hardly see him, and it's hard to say that we still talk. She destroyed our relationship, and I miss him dearly. I wonder if he misses me too. I hope he does. I guess if I ask, I'll find out right?
To bad I'm too proud to find out.
