My first entry

I haven't written in a diary in years. I kept one religiously for years during junior high, to the point of being anal. I wrote down every detail of my life, from my homework to what I ate for dinner. As if I would care 20 or 30 years down the line what I did every day in the 8th grade. Well, maybe I will. Maybe I'll want to see that when I'm 80, to remember that I struggled with math and that I liked steak & Rice-A-Roni with A-1 sauce when I was 12. I wrote a lot when I got out of high school, too. Mostly poetry about how lonely I was. Then I wrote a lot when I first got together with Nick. More poetry, but this time it was about how hurt I was. Haven't written any poetry in a while; I guess because I'm happy. I've got two wonderful boys who light up my world. I still get lonely and hurt sometimes, but for the most part, things are looking up. But I don't use the poetry to vent anymore. Maybe writing it all down again will help get it out. We'll see. Maybe I'll want to remember when I'm 80 the things that happened when I was 31.