...I'm frightened to read my older diary entries, because I don't want to see how similar I still am to my past self. Or, worse, I don't want to see how much I've changed.
I've spent the past half hour or so reading a friend's high-school journal entries. It's weird, because I didn't really know this person then. But it's so strange, reading about people I knew then and knowing they aren't close anymore. It's odd realizing how my memory of people, places, things don't match his.
Weird weird weird. Now I feel cryptic and nostalgic.