I've been erasing old entries. Finally. Another stage of my life. I'm glad I've grown up more! I'm glad I'm satisfied. I am glad that I love. I am glad to finally find people I lacked and lost the ones who don't matter. Those people can't matter now. They can't compare. It is so great to be home now.

I feel like deleting all of my entries, actually. That's the first time I've ever seriously considered this.
They feel like baggage now.

Perhaps this is finally freedom. I'll probably just go through lots of them and keep the ones where I don't annoy the hell out of myself.

This will take time. I may appreciate some things I said, probably before the second semester of high school to the beginning of the second semester of my eleventh grade year. I just straight up sucked then.
I can never be that dumb again, fuck.

I started this journal about a month after my thirteenth birthday. One thousand five hundred and two days ago. I used to use "OMG" and "LOL" with actual enthusiasm and no irony. I may not delete those entries, for they are ridiculous. And there's times from when I was random not-that-attractive celebrity-obsessed! This shit's dank. I liked pop/rap music!

I am making progress in this deletion process. I generally can't make permanent decisions like this.

I love you.

Deletion is sad.

Not too much. I've just been deleting things like, "OMG I HATE MY MOM AND MY LIFE AND MY FAMILY I WISH I COULD GET DRUNK LOL."