27 May, 1998
Eighteen years ago today, my nineteen-year-old self wrote a “public journal” entry she clearly meant to be her last.
While I don’t like posting more than once daily now, this particular entry made me smile. It’s worth posting now, even if it is my second post today.
Exhibitionistic? I’ve heard that many times since! Touching? I’ve heard that many times since, too, such that I’m very, very glad the below was not indeed my final blog.