Britney

I never know what to say when I am writing these entries, especially right now. Everything feels important to me, but when I try to get it down on paper, it seems average, like nothing anyone else would be interested in. For example: I’m going to be the editor-in-chief of my school’s music newspaper next year, which is probably the best news I’ve gotten all year—but trying to explain why it means so much to me feels kind of useless. Another one: I’m finally getting over my ex-girlfriend. But who isn’t getting over someone? There’s nothing original about it. Why would anyone care? But I still feel a need to talk about it, because, even if no one else cares, I care a lot. ♦