I have everyday of my life between May 2009-August 2011 archived in five journals. 

I also have a notebook of nightly messages between my mother and I from June 2004-August 2008.

Looking back on it I was inspired by Harriet the Spy. However, I only started living after I stopped writing. I’m glad that I did write though, because I can see how much I’ve changed and grown up.

No longer do I live in a fantasy super weeaboo/otaku world where I secretly can’t stand my friends and haven’t the foggiest idea of who I am. I’m no longer depressed over unfortunate events and completely obsessed with things that don’t matter. Presently I’m happy and enlightened. I’m enjoying life and living life more fervently than I ever have before.

I love going to bed feeling like I’ve lived a hundred lives.

I turned my computer back on to write my Monday night muse:

In my head, I personify life as a creature of sorts. I sometimes want nothing more than to attack it. Pounce, dig in my claws, and sink in my teeth. After the battle, I leave the carcass for later; for another day.

This is how I ‘tackle’ problems in my head. I lunge and use claws and teeth. I don’t have the faintest if other people do that, but I know I do. I enjoy it. The thrill of the kill, meaning to defeat and conquer problems I face in my life. The carcass is the outcome, which I will use to sustain myself.

I sound kind of kooky, but oh well. This makes me remember how much I hope that reincarnation is real, so I can become a fox or wolf.

I had social interaction time today! As in with people in real life! Not just voices or typed words! -pats self on back- 

Now it is time to listen to upbeat music, tidy my room, maybe do homework (maybe) and play xbox!

Oh I can’t forget to have tea and Easter candy!

Oh my life. <3