84th Post

This is post 84, which marks the point at which I have successfully surpassed my other blog in length. When reflecting on this, I wonder what could have sparked me to write as much as I had in 2 years of High School in just 6 recent months. It is obvious that I have been through a lot of changes psychologically and physically (by that I mean going from 130-175 pounds every two months). The real question is: Is this a good thing? I would like to think so. In fact, I know so. I have had more to write about recently than I have ever had or wanted to write about. I have used writting as a tool to develop myself and continue onward in life. Now I have a huge collection of works to look back upon and remember the emotions that were put into these pieces. Some are huge rants, some brief sentences (or rather fragments and sometimes just words) but length has no meaning when compared to the memories tied with these works. It is an odd feeling... rereading the cryptic and not so cryptic writing and recalling why I chose each word, made each sentence, made the stanzas. It is truly moving to recall these moments that I don't want to recall... but in some twisted part of my mind... I want these moments to reread and remember, because I need to learn from my mistakes and sometimes I need to remember the ones I made. I am a different person from the one who wrote each of those pieces. Time allows me to look back at them and see what I was really thinking... or maybe it is what I wished I were thinking...