about an hour ago, my roomate said something about reading some of my diary archives in hopes of finding things about him.
i gladly came to the assist and read aloud all the times i have written about him.
but then, i kept reading.
i have been going through these records of the last few years of my life with a great sense of intrigue.
i want to find out what happens to me.
i have been especially interested in what i have written about God and my ongoing struggle with him.
it makes me regret my unconcious decision to just ignore Him.
there are in me, presently, small desires to get into the struggle again.
to begin seeking out answers, and truth, and God again.
while at the same time, i am also reminded of how horrible those seasons were.
i hate how i was misunderstood by all those people who read this diary and sent mean e-mails.
i hate how i fought with my parents
(though its probably better than my not talking to them at all now)
i dont know
i also regret giving up the game of pinball
i think i could have been a contender.
12:09 a.m. - 2004-08-03
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