Friday, July 24, 2009
Bring It Back!
I was surprised to read about Junkies and Prostitutes in my ten year-old journal. Granted, I grew up on the ghetto Lower East Side of the '90s, but still, seeing those words in my scratchy hand was haunting. I guess that should have prepared me for my preteen musings on Holden Caulfield, "He's angry and likes to drink a lot" and my high school stories of a girl getting raped and committing suicide on a beach in Aruba "she was never hungry, sometimes she drank sugar water, but that was all." I wondered what was wrong with me. My artist/social worker father had always encouraged my creativity and now I had pages of prose that stood witness to my weirdness. Yet, there were also notes in the sidelines that made me smile: First Kiss 12/09/98, "my sweat, my eyes, my teenage Authority." Journals housed all my forgotten phases, words waiting to awaken me.
Journals. Bring It Back?
-Royal
Labels:
Aruba,
First Kiss,
Holden Caulfield,
Journals,
Junkies,
Lower East Side,
Prostitutes,
Rape,
Suicide
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5 comments:
bring it back for real.
Oh, it never left. And I like the marble notebooks.
i found out a friend was a lesbian after some mean girls stole her diary
I'm with Hannah... I could never quit my journals. There are boxes stored under my bed...
An Account of My Days, So I Can't Forget'-ass. con
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