29th
I love going through boxes marked “things I want to keep, but don’t need” and below that “memories.” In my head I say, “oh that’s where they went,” because I do indeed have the memory of an 80 year old woman. Someone could ask me about something that happened a month ago and I would have forgotten already.
Anyway, I found an old im I printed out with the boy I liked pretty much from 2nd-8th grade. It’s so awesomely embarrassing that I will probably share some it with you at a later date. I found pictures I forgot even existed, of a life I barely remember. I’ve changed so much; I’m a totally different person, without really being a different person. To the people whom have known me throughout everything, I’m the same person; but if you knew me way back when, you’d be surprised as to the person I am now and vise versa. I can’t wait to crack open my old journals and see who I liked, what I was calling them (I rarely used people’s real names but I gave hints to who they were), or if I even remember what the hell I was talking about (I probably won’t).