Must. Stop. Reading. Diary. Burn them. Burn them and the memories they contain. Fire. Sweet sweet precious fire…
Unfortunately, I’ve been keeping a diary since just before ninth grade
and I can’t bear get rid of them. I’ve completed approximately fifteen
diaries. (I still keep a written one, in addtion to both Xanga and
Livejournal.) They’re all tattered and torn. I flipped through a few of
the really old ones, where I’d staple in extra entries written in
class, pictures of the boys I liked, tickets to shows I saw, letters I
got from friends, etc. The pages have yellowed and some are falling
apart. I love my diaries. They hold all my memories of:
Robert: “Why does he have to be so cute?” (October 14th, 1994)
Alfred: “He said to me not to kiss anyone or he’ll get very jealous.” (December 19th, 1994)
Waiter Guy at Pink Pearl: “His stare is all I need to be sent up on cloud nine!” (December 26th, 1997)
Derek: “What I’m scared of is that he said that he never felt this way about anyone before.” (December 14th, 1998)
Duc: “I miss how when we’d fool around, and he’d stop to watch me.” (May 15th, 1999)
Dexter: “And geez, it’s almost a crime to look THIS good with someone in a picture!” (September 29th, 1999)
…And that’s just the nineties! (Let’s not get into 2000, that’s too
close to recent memory.) Yes I was certainly boy crazy back in the day.
But things have changed now. These days, I’m man-mad. Hehehehe
(Do you recognize this old Archie comic joke where Betty accuses Veronica of being boy crazy? I
swear I’m not making it up. They were at the beach discussing how Veronica has
other interests besides boys. She says she’s into exercising. She then
does all these stretches and bends in front of a lifeguard who just
falls all over her. And she says it’s not that she’s boy crazy. The
boys are the ones crazy over her. I swear this was for real.
Anyway, I digress…)
Y said to me I should consider getting rid of my diaries. Apparently
it’s unhealthy because it keeps the person in the past. I think of it
as a reflective activity, to help me understand what I’m feeling and
how much I’ve grown or haven’t, whatever the case may be.
Plus, it helps keep my penmanship neat and it helps me better express what I’m feeling.
The following were stolen off BebeinWonderland‘s page.