through the years

It’s hard for me to remember what day it is. Being home is reminding me of the person I used to be, who, to be honest, wasn’t all that different than the person I am now. I spent one afternoon reading through my old journal, and late last night / early this morning going through my high school yearbook and remembering all the girls I had crushes on. I didn’t miss a single one. I even remember what classes I had with most of them. I don’t know if that’s sad or just thorough.