It weirds me out whenever I come on here and see that old journal entry. It's like a strange time capsule from a time that is alien and far-removed.
Lots of things have changed. I don't write anymore, and I don't want to write. I don't draw anymore, either. I'm going to SDSU as a History major, with an interest in teaching. The girl I was head over heels for broke up with me around Christmas. I had really horrific panic attacks last August/September and my chronic insomnia got much, much worse. I started therapy for a deep depression I've had for years but never admitted to myself or anyone else; that's gone well. The anxiety and depression are much reduced, though the insomnia persists.
Life has changed, and so have I.
If anyone follows me on here, then I'm sorry for not posting much. It probably will stay scarce. My creativity is pretty much gone, but I'm a happier human being now.
You can find me at on Tumblr; my blog is atamajakki. I'm very active there.