Yesterday evening we had our last conversation and talked about many different things. I hope she will use my amazingly successful love advice since, you know, I'm amazing at love confessions and all.
Vasjok absolutely loves reading my old magazines, but the thing is that they are on the same shelf as all of my past diaries and notebooks. I told her that she can read any of them since I've changed a lot over the last couple of years, but letting another person read my past-self's thoughts was harder than I thought. I spent the rest of the evening cringing over what I've written when I was about nine. Back then I must've thought I was this cool popular kid, but when I look at the ideas I had back then I just want to live the rest of life in a dark corner, shamefully cringing over my past self.
I had a go at re-reading the diary (which I posted about ages ago) I had in 4th Grade and I have to admit I wasn't so bad at story writing back then. I wrote this whole story about a boy called Timophey who lived in the country and had purple eyes because he was some sort of angel or something. Yes, I admit, the plot is terrible, but it all flows unlike my writing now. I had to describe a boy who was walking to school at a snail's pace in English class today and, to my embarrassment, had to read it out loud. Where did my good writing skills disappear off to? 9-year-old me, teach me your ways!
Also, Dasha, Vasjok and I went to Starbucks yesterday and the two of them bonded against me! It all turned into a conversation about how stupid and how much of an idiot I am. Ah, how much I love Dasha!
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