The nice thing about journaling is that I can always look back and there are terribly detailed descriptions of my emotions on a weekly basis. I looked back for posts that I wrote around/about New Years Eve. I’m sure if I go through paper journals I can go back even farther.
January 2003
I graduated undergrad in 02 and found my first real job. I had my first taste of something close to being a real person. I talk about getting my MSW and then moving back to Chicago. Which I did. I have some pretty shallow goals related to appearance and weight. I also really want to learn how to woo women. My most important goal: learn to jerk off like a man.
January 2004
2nd year at the real job, in grad school. Hating the suburbs, wanting to move back to Chicago. Feeling like I’m not really helping anyone by counseling semi-normal kids in the suburbs. Wishing grad school was more challenging. Bitter. No goals.
January 2005
Winter 04 sucked. A lot. I’m a fucking mess. There is a new boy that makes me feel all fluttery inside and I’m so smitten with him that I can’t even write about it. I’m depressed, refer to my life as soul crushing but I’m in love.
January 2006
My favorite! I’ll just copy and paste it:
I don’t need a new calendar to remind me to make an effort to stop fucking up.