Justine Louise Dechaine
1988-2006
I cried about a lot of it, but there were a few things that made me laugh. I'm happy about who I was a year or so ago. I'm proud of who I was, the way I wrote and what I wrote, and the thoughts and feelings I had. I didn't think anything of them at the time -- I was just a girl with a blog and a whole lot of heart -- but I'm really proud of everything I wrote there.
For those of you who haven't known me that long or who just haven't cared enough to venture out into the world of MSN Spaces, I'll post this web address.
1988-2006
I like to believe that a part of you is still with me. And I hope that, to some extent, this is true. You've really taught me a lot about myself (oh, the irony), and it makes me happy just to know that you were with me through everything I've been through. It makes me happy to know that this is who I really was, that in spite of everything, this is how I turned out. It still makes me happy.Bored on a Monday afternoon, I decided to take a trip down Memory Lane and revisit the "days of old." I went to my old blog. My MSN Messenger/Windows Live blog. Whatever you want to call it. I read every post there.
I cried about a lot of it, but there were a few things that made me laugh. I'm happy about who I was a year or so ago. I'm proud of who I was, the way I wrote and what I wrote, and the thoughts and feelings I had. I didn't think anything of them at the time -- I was just a girl with a blog and a whole lot of heart -- but I'm really proud of everything I wrote there.
For those of you who haven't known me that long or who just haven't cared enough to venture out into the world of MSN Spaces, I'll post this web address.
Here you go.
I'll warn you that my life may not seem as interesting on this website as it was in reality. I'm not giving you this link so that you might be entertained. No.
I actually don't know why I'm giving you this link. I've done so much to get rid of that blog. By which I mean, I started a new one, "a clean slate," to quote my MSN Space.
But do with it what you will. Most of all, enjoy it. Because the girl that wrote these things put a lot of emotion, effort, and, in the end, herself into her words, and I think she had a lot of good ideas and a lot of worthwhile thoughts. I'm proud to say she's a part of me still, and I hope I never lose her. I've been through a lot in my little life, but I've always been that girl. And I hope nothing that I will go through in the future can wash her away.
The text at the beginning of this post -- the words that look like they belong on a headstone: they do not mean that this Justine has died or gone away. She is still very much a part of me.
I just wanted to let her know that I'm proud of her, and that I always knew she could make it. I always had faith in her, deep down inside. Amidst everything that has happened in my life, I guess I never took the time to recognize her or tell her she was doing a good job. Maybe I was a little hard on her or didn't have enough faith at times, but I need her to know that I loved her. I'm happy she's who I am and I hope that she will always be that happy, semi-funny, look-on-the-bright-side girl I know she was.
Here's to another eighteen years of battling enemies and conquering your fears.
Where's my cape?
I actually don't know why I'm giving you this link. I've done so much to get rid of that blog. By which I mean, I started a new one, "a clean slate," to quote my MSN Space.
But do with it what you will. Most of all, enjoy it. Because the girl that wrote these things put a lot of emotion, effort, and, in the end, herself into her words, and I think she had a lot of good ideas and a lot of worthwhile thoughts. I'm proud to say she's a part of me still, and I hope I never lose her. I've been through a lot in my little life, but I've always been that girl. And I hope nothing that I will go through in the future can wash her away.
The text at the beginning of this post -- the words that look like they belong on a headstone: they do not mean that this Justine has died or gone away. She is still very much a part of me.
I just wanted to let her know that I'm proud of her, and that I always knew she could make it. I always had faith in her, deep down inside. Amidst everything that has happened in my life, I guess I never took the time to recognize her or tell her she was doing a good job. Maybe I was a little hard on her or didn't have enough faith at times, but I need her to know that I loved her. I'm happy she's who I am and I hope that she will always be that happy, semi-funny, look-on-the-bright-side girl I know she was.
Here's to another eighteen years of battling enemies and conquering your fears.
Where's my cape?
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