I’ve been looking through my old journal entries trying to process my recent bipolar diagnosis, and it’s been therapeutic to digitize some of my early work. Because getting started on writing can be the hardest part, I wanted to share this, my first ever diary entry. Bonus points to you, dear reader, if you can guess the famous diarist I quote in my first line.
Sunday April 19, 1992
I got lots of neat stuff for Easter, but you were the best. Today we went — in the morning — to (Grammy) my mom’s mom’s house. Now I’m at my Aunt Chrissy’s house now, sitting by the doorway.
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Now I’m away from the doorway. I will tell you about my boyfriend. His name is Ryan. I don’t know if he likes me, but I like him. He is a good-ball. He is in 4th grade. He get’s in trouble alot.
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I forgot to tell you that today I went to my cousin’s birthday party. Got to go now!
Your new pal,