In case you hadn't gathered, I don't exactly feel very adult. I talk big sometimes, but mostly I think I'm just a kid trying to grow up.
So my journal is full of lots of whining and bitching and some things that I think about that I think are deep or interesting or funny.
I hope that I will still think that the stuff I have to say is deep or interesting or funny when I am older, but chances are really good that I will look back on this in three years and think, "Man, what an emo piece of shit I was when I was nineteen."
It happens, and I know it, and I'm okay with that.
(Besides, nothing can be worse than my journals from when I was thirteen or fourteen, and I really mean nothing.)
Disclaimer: I believe in love. I'm one of those crazy kids who thinks that love can do almost anything.