I was rummaging through what is left of my old Xanga and I found this little gem:
I think I'm loosing it. I think I've lost it. I be lost. Christ, Im turning into a cheap, fat, beaner, version of Holden Caufield.
That chunk of writing summarizes so perfectly the Glenn of 2004. The lost, anti-social, selfish, depressed, and self-deprecating teenager I used to be. Some might say I haven't changed at all, but they are completely wrong. I might still be lost, anti-social, selfish, depressed and self-deprecating but I am not as witty. The things I used to rant about were superficial. Real "Adult" life just doesn't really lend itself to be summarized so beautifully and nonchalantly. I don't think I will ever be so proud of something I have written or will write in the future.