in the past couple of days i have read through my old journals. i don't look back very often, out of principle (not sure what) and also for the same reason that i havent written often in the past two years. i have kept journals most of my life, but these started my freshman year of college. i look back and am amazed byt the things that i thought. i talked a lot about boys, and my inability to relate to them. i especially like my initial impressions of the different boyfriends, and looking back i can see clearly that had i payed attention to some of those thoughts i would have avoided quite a bit of misery. i have learned a lot in the boy department over the years, i can definately say that much.