every now and then i go back here to have a bit of fun reading over what i wrote at age fourteen and fifteen (have i mentioned that i leave childhood behind in a few days?).  i was so silly, so shallow, and so passionate about being a better person.  most of them the public can’t see (diaryland did that for some odd reason), but i found it interesting that a few of my last posts i mentioned someone who i had talked to.  both times it was chris.

they are here and here.