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TBD Submission: Kate

so happy to receive submissions beyond my own. glad you felt like sharing, kate!

Name: Kate
Date: October 18th, 2016 (Tue)
I’ve been thinking a lot about what we all discussed in group about making meaningful connections. Can I really make those connections with others or are they something that happens by chance and not of my own accord? Do I really have any say in what happens in my life or is this all a big Sims like game to God? I wish I knew my place and how I can be better and grow and be useful and of a sane, silent mind. Half the time I’m in an internal frenzy while hiding behind a calm demeanor. I don’t want to be that way anymore. I want to be able to scream, yell, cry etc. when the time calls for it. I don’t want to sit by and let things I don’t like happen.

Anger, resentment and jealousy doesn’t change the hearts of others– it only changes yours
– Shannon L. Alder

~thank you, kate~

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TBD Submission: Johnny

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.”

~thank you, Johnny~

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TBD Submission: Charmaine

~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 7, 2016
Listen to Charmaine read her entry December 7, 2016
December 14, 2016

“Seven Days Later, thoughts still on college (and being quite melodramatic)”

December 14, 2016
December 14, 2016

~thank you, Charmaine~

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TBD Submission: Alexa

This beautiful entry deserves to be read in full. Click the image to enlarge.

“Hello my names Alexa. I discovered throwback diary the beginning of September and it made my heart swell up with some form of awe. Here I was thinking I was crazy for being as enthralled with journaling as I am. I heard your stories and you captured so elegantly what I’ve always thought since I began journaling: we’re all the same creatures, we all have the same emotions, and we all need to stop feeling so isolated from one another. I agree that we could all use each other’s experiences and lessons to learn something ourselves. Our world is a community and we should treat each other as such.
Now on to my submission”

Alexa's entry: "I don't want someone to die to teach me the lesson
Alexa’s entry: “I don’t want someone to die to teach me the lesson that I don’t always need to push people away. That I can trust. That it’s okay.

~thank you, Alexa, for sharing so openly~

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TBD Submission: Johnny

This is great: Johnny and I have been “conversing” solely through YouTube comments.
screen-shot-2016-11-08-at-1-19-15-pmAnd now he’s made the brave step to journal-owner…and to submitter! I love the nod to potential snoopers. 😉 And entries about dreams are the best ones to rediscover years later.

“Hello Caroline…I lack a means of taking a picture of my journal, I have no cell phone camera, or digital camera so I’ll just transcribe it here!

‘Nov. 5 2016
I had a dream the other night after watching a movie. It was about a sweet elderly homeless person named Mimi and her friendships with actors who came to the laundry mat to which she lived. (Queen Mimi, check it out who-might-be-snooping). One of the people she befriended was none other than Zach Galafinakis, who ended up footing the bill for her to live in a comfortable apartment not far from her favorite spot in the world, the laundry mat. In my dream, Zach hears that my cat, who had recently passed was ill and decided to foot the vet care needed to save him. I guess his kind heart sparked it in my brain that night, hoping some one would have come and helped save the day.

Funny thing though, I feel like he would have done it too. Great guy.'”

~thank you, Johnny~

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TBD Submission: Brandie

~Be sure to check out Brandie’s work on Youtube and Instagram: @the_diary_library. We’ve been in touch via Instagram for some time, and this is her first submission.~

“Set up: I’m riding up to my ex-step father’s house in his car, waiting for my own car to be done at the mechanics, and with a mission of retrieving some of my belongings that had been left behind when I moved out of our family home, in which he still resides. Post-divorce, our family dynamics haven’t quite been the same (he had been with my mom for 17 years).

‘Date: September 12, 2016 (Mon)
When we pulled up to the house, I could see in the daylight what I couldn’t see in the dark a few nights prior dropping my sister off. The yard was terribly overgrown and abandoned. The house now has ivy climbing its walls. Wood rot is rampant. It seems as though the house is just as dilapidated as our relationships with him. It was sad, really, to see the state of the house outdoors. Almost as forgotten about as any good times spend together.
We got inside, walking down the hallway that connects the two garages with the rest of the house, and I asked if he was okay. He turned back at me and said “That’s relative.” Thinking about it later, I wondered if he was having trouble with his girlfriend. Who knows. I didn’t press for any details.
It was weird walking through the house. Some things have changed but some hadn’t. It was like seeing a ghost of our family home and the touches my mom had put on it, or they did together.
I followed him up the stairs to his bedroom where the attic is. Walking into his room felt..odd. So many times before I had gone in there when it was also my mom’s room. And now it wasn’t, but from I could see, the furniture was still the same. The only thing that wasn’t the same was that there were clothes and other debris littering the floor, the counter tops, the walk-in closet. My mom would never let that mess happen. Other than that, it was like I half expected her to be sitting on the bed (since that’s where they used to hang out together), excitedly greeting me. It’s only now that I realize ghosts of the past are so real.
We climbed the attic stairs, a noticeable change in temperature half way up. He quickly showed me the corner where all of my stuff (or the majority of it) was supposed to be, then promptly left after telling me he’d come back and help take the boxes downstairs. To say the attic was “hot” was an understatement. I’ve never poured sweat off my face before and yet I barely noticed. I was on a mission to find my old blank journals I’ve been waiting to write in and all my old photos. I went through many boxes, finding a good amount of stuff. You would have thought I struck gold with how I felt once I found my journals! It was the same once I found my pictures.
While I was waiting to hear from the mechanic about my car being done, I opened the box with all my pictures in it. I saw my twelve and thirteen year old face. My fourteen and fifteen year old self. I hadn’t seen that girl in a while. Something in me wanted to show him that face. I selected first a picture of me holding my youngest brother as a baby. I was thirteen. For two seconds, I could see in his eyes his guard go down and he smiled. As quickly as it appeared, it seemed the most recent years of sadness and stress came rushing back in. It was hard to watch. That flicker of happiness, even if it was for what used to be,was a small flame and easy to extinguish. I wanted so badly to re-plant a seed in his mind about our family. OUR family that includes HIM, that he helped CREATE. Just a tiny seed to remind him…of what was lost? To somehow bring him back to it and start to think about the family he has left? To remind him that we did once have a family and those people need healing? I’m not sure. Maybe even to remind him he seemed like a family man, cut the crap he’s doing now, and remind him he still has a job as a father. All he did when looking at the picture was comment on how big my brother’s head was, which is pretty much what anyone says.
I walked away, only to return and shove another picture in his face, trying once more. It was a picture of just me, still thirteen, but at the end of the year. I commented nostalgically how long ago it seemed and how young I looked. “Do you remember that girl?” I asked. He looked and responded with a flat “Nope.” To say I was a little crushed was…I’m not even sure. There was no feeling behind that one word. No recognition that he helped raise me and he was there during those times to watch me grow and become a young woman. God, I’m tearing up just thinking about it. It really seemed he didn’t want to go there and keep me at arms length. It hurt. It just did. Things are different now than what my thirteen year old self experienced. She’d be devastated.’

Brandie
a.k.a The Diary Library”

~thank you, brandie~

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TBD Submissions: Libbet

Listen to Libbet read her account of being in New York on September 11, 2001. From exiting the subway, learning what had happened, not knowing where to turn, to finding a way back home and starting some attempt at processing the experience.

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From her journal, September 12, 2001.

~thank you, Libbet~

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TBD Submission: Charmaine

~Be sure to check out Charmaine’s last submission. to hear more of her story.~

“Both of these entries acknowledge cousins that have grown several years past the toddlers I last knew into children unfamiliar. It is summer and I see both of them—one in July, one August—for the first time in years. I find myself returned to past summers, of my own childhood, of only a few years ago yet.”

July 31, 2016

“Cousin in July talks about his brothers almost as if I do not know them, and I deny his asking if I want to see their Snapchat stories. How do you explain to a ten year old that some things are better left in memory?”

Charmaine's entry July 31, 2016
Listen to Charmaine read her entry July 31, 2016
August 28, 2016

“Cousin in August does not want to leave. I want to tell her that she doesn’t have to, but the car is nearing home, our windows down to the last of summer, and in the quiet we both know Ohio is too long away from here.”

Charmaine's entry August 28, 2016
Listen to Charmaine read her entry. August 28, 2016

~thank you, Charmaine~

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