tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post8876797365192020824..comments2023-12-25T02:27:19.938-06:00Comments on tracey's space: EraserTracey Gessnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12885903245888445422noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-10453287473521195422005-08-31T02:11:21.000-05:002005-08-31T02:11:21.000-05:00i know exactly how you feel. i went through a bunc...i know exactly how you feel. i went through a bunch of old journals a few years ago, and found them to just be full of negativity and depressive thoughts. i thought that i would never want to read those again and relive the 'pain' i was going through. i had a mantra - no more negative energy, so i got rid of them. there are days that i wish i had them around, but if i did, and i read them now, i would do the exact same thing. definately save a few memorable entries, poems, etc, and shred the rest!<br>mappybnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5989434456567311201.post-68972349020264495322005-08-30T16:40:24.000-05:002005-08-30T16:40:24.000-05:00I've wondered about this. When I was a girl, ...I've wondered about this. When I was a girl, I thought that it was very romantic to keep a diary--some day, after I was dead, someone would want to read about my lame life and think it quaint, if not provincial. HA! Now I'm feeling the way you do: posterity isn't really going to want to read most of the stuff when it's the same stuff most girls that age write about. Face it: no one really even likes the angst-ridden portions of the Diary of Anne Frank... ROFL<br>Sarahnoreply@blogger.com