okay, I take it back – I really was preoccupied with sex in highschool. See that’s why I need to go back in time and hang out with my younger self.

But there were lots of entries to the tune of:

“this one person makes me mad but I never tell them so”
“this guy is so obviously straight and not interested in me which is unfortunate because I feel exactly the opposite”
“I want more money and I am jealous of people who have more money then me”
“I don’t like my brother or my parents or my friends they are jerks. I don’t like school either.”
“I wish I could do [insert cool thing here] and I am jealous of people who already can”

I mean, sure, there’s some straight up chronicles of events and whatnot, but a lot of it seems to be me complaining. So here’s the interesting part – I wouldn’t really characterize myself as depressed in highschool, especially towards the end. I guess I just liked to complain.

Of course the interesting thing about highschool (and beyond) was that I never really ‘dated’. There was sex, but no dating. Which is a little unusual, but more or less in-line with the way I think about all that stuff today. I suppose one could argue that the way I feel now is due to the things I did then rather then vice-versa. Hmmm. Anyway. I like reading old journal entries.

… side note: starting some time this year, nearly every entry includes a passage where I rehash how much money I’m making and what I plan to spend it on. Aren’t I a good little capitalist?