I was reading through another one of my old paper journals from 1991...with the pink, purple, black, blue, and green inks. The stories, the ache, the mad crushes, the neediness, the reading, the listening to music, the school days. It is so strange and wild to go through my old worlds. So weird and sort of surreal. That was ME more than 10 years ago. I kept thinking wow, wow...I was so young.
Perusing through that journal has definately inspired me to start scribbling in my new suede journal. I am using pencil though. The perfectionist part of me screams for it.