My best friend brought me a box of my old journals and writing notebooks.
A moment of clarity descended when I flipped open an old notebook and began to read, thinking I had written a fiction too fantastic and full of twists to be believed.
A few pages later, I realized it was my diary.
Posted by Olga at May 30, 2005 03:42 AMI don't know what is real in my old journals and what I made up. I can't even think back to a time when this did not confuse me.
Posted by: serendipity at June 5, 2005 11:40 AMLaugh! Well, then I'm glad I'm not alone. :)
Posted by: Olga at June 5, 2005 05:45 PM