deathcabforuglie

ok...

i was checking out my old diaryland journal...i was pretty faithful to it for a good three or so years...for some reason my first entries are gone....disappeared without a trace...but i wrote some good shit in there...i remember writing three stories...well more like chapters IN some stories....they were never very long...but after writing one, my dad called me worried about my well being...(yeah he found my journal through my little brother's favorite sites he had saved onto our dad's computer...talk about something being a little odd..or awkward..knowing your dad can read anything you've talked about...)...anyway...basically the idea went something like this..i was at a park listening to my music..a mute girl comes up to me...i let her listen to my headphones...i notice bruises on her face and arms...her dead beat boyfriend sees us and heads out direction screaming at her...i felt like i needed to save her from this horrible life...i tell her to meet me later at a tree i point at....or something along those lines...only i didn't say that it was a story...make believe...so my dad, upon reading it, calls me and tells me i shouldn't go messing around with violent people like that guy... ..i laughed and told him that it was just something i wrote...that it didn't really happen to me...but i was secretly puffing my chest out with pride..that something i had written could be taken as a reality...
i tried finding the story...but, like i said, i have three or so years worth of entries to filter through...i did find another one..but upon reading it again i noticed so many flaws...without a doubt, i am my own worst critic...whether it was my art (notice the use of the word "was"...i hardly do anything with that anymore),,or my photography...(again...a neglected love)...or my writing...
xoxo,
j