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Feeling under the weather and uninspired but must keep the daily/at least frequent postings up...

I found some of my old diaries/journals (more on that later) and, yes, they are the guide for the teenage girl - no one understands me, everything is horrible, etc etc...but, I was also under the impression that my writing was not just good, but grand - world stoppingly wonderful...that it would be studied (and not fully understood) by scholars years and years from now. I'd like to get that back - that cocky sense, that inflated sense of self (or at least talent), that swagger...