Diary 19 / 30-years-old / NYC
I think I said it all in the video… but I’ll add in another huge ‘Thank You’ here. Whether you’re brand new, or around from the beginning, I greatly appreciate your involvement and support.
In a nod back to the project’s beginnings, the mic had a rough go… The sound may be less than perfect, but the experience–and the end–is all that I could ever want.
Also, just because my content is ending, doesn’t mean yours should! I will absolutely continue to accept and post submissions. Throwback Diary is yours now. 🙂 thank you thank you thank you. ~fin~
Diary 21 / 35-years-old / NYC
Chronological storytelling for the second time in TBDiary history! Just one week since the last entry, and overcome by how lovely the world seems: “I’ve been like that lately: wildly stimulated by all, but not overwhelmed.” And then a horrible online date that ends in a ‘Toodaloo!’
It’s the second to last Throwback Diary… enjoy!
This is the first and only time we’ll see an entry from Diary 21, which I’m currently still using. 🙂
Johnny has felt like such a voice in this project for so long… excited to receive his second submission!
“Wednesday Dec 16, 2016
Roommates dropped a bomb on me today. Roomie #2 is having a quarter life crisis and felt she had no control over her life, thus has chosen to join the Navy. I took it particularly hard because this is the first time in eight years I felt as if I had a home. Not living in my sister or grandma’s spare bedrooms (which were really just laundry rooms) or living with folks I didn’t really care for. We sit around and make long term plans, talk about opening businesses together, pitching in together to buy a house for all three of us. She said she was happy with what we had. Then bam! All those little plans gone. I’m sure she just wants to use the money to go forth for their own plans. Can’t open businesses and buy houses with imaginary fun bucks after all.
I’m just upset over the loss of the dynamic. Plus I was happy. I rarely genuinely am happy with living situation since I lost my home in 09. But dammit. I was happy.”
Diary 20 / 34-years-old / NYC
WARNING: It’s a political one! 🙂 It’s days after the Paris attacks, and just about in the full swing of political primaries. I struggle with my disappointment in how society seems to be moving, and how I’ll likely be writing the exact same thing a year from now… which is–um–now. And I am. So. This is the post when I predict the future!
It’s also the very last page of Diary 20, which spanned three years.
~Be sure to check out Charmaine’s last submission to hear more of her story.~
“I am coming to the end of my second semester and stifled by deadlines, exams, and more deadlines. Knowing it will be more of the same in too soon a month’s time while aware I am not doing as well as I did in high school and feeling… I don’t know what I feel. I am jaded. I am no longer the student I was; I am a 2.5 GPA and the praise has left me.”
December 7, 2016
“My English professor has done something uncharacteristic of college professors and pleaded with me to turn an assignment in on time. He says, “You have done so well up until now.” And ‘until now’ reverberates, all I can think of because I know he is right.”
December 14, 2016
“Seven Days Later, thoughts still on college (and being quite melodramatic)”
Diary 20 / 31-years-old / NYC
“This adulthood thing keeps on rolling.” I’m newly in love, but dare not say so. And I recognize how feeling safe with my and my lover’s body is another step towards wellness post cervical cancer.