Today, I purchased a young woman's diary from a secondhand store. It's rare that you can find such a thing. Goodwill usually censors all personal items. It's about thirty pages from the year 2000.
I've been skimming through it and I feel as if I was transported 8 years ago. I feel as if I know her. For two dollars, I got to be someone else by learning their fears and hopes and dreams and gossips and laughter and . . .
This is about how I felt when I bought that old, old camera. I feel like a different person behind that lens. I see things differently.
I've been feeling not-myself lately. I think it's my way of escaping the stress of school.
I know it's just another cliche. I just don't know what I'm going to do with it.
2 comments:
Sorry to say but it is a little creepy that someone would sell or give away their diary. And I believe that it is even more creepy that someone else would read it...
Hahaha, she wrote in it, I hope no one ever reads this, ever.
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