Sunday, 09.01.2013 - 6:45 pm.
Happy birthday, dear diary!!!
Last night, after posting my last entry, I remembered the date. Twelve years ago, I started this diary pretty much for teh lulz, not realizing how important it would become. I was all about Aerosmith, and Simeon, and existentialism and weeping for a guy that'd felt me up.
This diary has seen me at my best and at my worst, it contains my whole life since I was 16. My 16 year-old self would be in awe at all that's happened throughout these years and where I am (we are?) today.
I'm thankful for this little place of mine and the wonderful people I've met here and whose worlds I get to enter. Some are long gone, dissapeared without a trace. Others continue writing often and inspire me to do so (although I tend to fail), and with a select few we've gone on interacting beyond reading each other's journals. It's been great and it will continue to be.
To add to this cheerfulness, I got over my feelings last night. Today I went to recycle electronic devices (yay!) and spent the day with Andrew at his grandfather's house. Andrew made a delicious lunch for us and now he's in bed next to me. It's all good, and we're back to spending quality time together.