So I started reading this and it was every journal-keeping fear I ever had in high school. I would start journals, and write periodically. Then, months later I would go back and read those entries, and hear from a distance exactly how silly and shallow it made me sound. I resented that view of myself. Not necessarily that it might be accurate, but that I didn't really want my teenage self preserved for all. Because, of course, if I kept a journal I would be propelled into dramatic times and people of the future would rely on MY account to understand the 1990's - and I didn't want to single-handedly throw the world into chaos or be the definitive shallow account of the havoc. So, on one hand, bravo to those four girls who were willing to share their inner thoughts and outer deeds, no matter the interpretation. Me, myself, I don't really want to read any more of your ramblings. I'm sure that someone does. Have fun!
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Yeah, I don't so much remember what I tell you to read...
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