Blast from the past

Written by me in my sophomore English journal, when I was 16 years old, on October 16, 1995:

...Maybe you read my previous entries and decided to give us a choice, knowing that I would write about my own subject. You probably liked my other entries, so you're letting me elaborate on them more. Or maybe you haven't even looked at them and don't care what I write about. The latter statement is the most probable, I guess. I kinda wish I had a computer, that way I could spread my writings/philosophies with other people who may think the same way that I do, by means of the internet. I'm sure you could give someone the impression that you're a totally different person than you actually are, just by making it seem that way in the style of writing on your computer. I would give myself the personality of a complete loser who has no friends if I was on the internet. Even though I do have a fair amount of friends here in high school, it would be neat to relay things as a 'nerd'. I want people to like me for who I really am, not for how I dress, etc., etc. I know that's a tired, old cliche, but I....

My entry ends there. Evidently I ran out of time in the class. I don't remember thinking that way in high school, but apparently my urge to share my thoughts with people isn't anything new.