I've wasted most of my time after school reading through all 244 entries of this diary. Most of them seem so superficial. Because of my lack of updates, it seemed like I had a new boyfriend every week. And the few weeks I wouldn't have one, I was depressed. Its kind of funny, because I know that usually I had at least 6 months in between my relationships. I was forever changing the guys I liked. This diary seems so wasted, yet so important in recording my past self.

I feel I've grown throughout the years

Some of the things mentioned in past entries, i had completely forgotten about. It makes this seem all the more worth while.

Diaryland, if you were a tangible object, I'd hug you right now.

<3

a new piece melted @9:30 p.m.