We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike; forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were. I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be.
-- "On Keeping a Notebook" by Joan DidionThe above is something I just read in my Creative Nonfiction textbook that stuck out to me. I think I can relate to it a lot.
I have a horrible memory, and it's really one of my biggest flaws.
Also, recently, I've had the hardest time writing like I used to, and I really miss it. I really miss it.
And I feel prettier,
I feel who I am,
I feel the best
with curly hair.
I will not conform,
I will not compromise
with being accepted.
I will wear my hair
Maybe I turned out happier
than who I might have been.
Maybe it's best to leave the rest
with all the words in my past.
Maybe we are better off.
I say we,
I mean me.
Who are you,
Why would I
words and thoughts
free of charge?
Day Twenty-four. The word is...
luxuriously fine or large; lavish; splendid
Found: I don't actually remember, but it was while reading last night.
Day Twenty-Five. A milestone.
Sort of. The word is....
full of, characterized by, or ministering to indulgence in luxury, pleasure, and sensuous enjoyment
Found: mentioned by Deacon and in my American Literature textbook.
Moving right along. The word is...
of or pertaining to the world, universe, or earth
Found: while reading around on Blogger