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// Entry 22 
// Story: Diary Of A Closet Romantic 
// by Lunar Spice 
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Dear Journal, 


Everyone has a past, but the difference between each person is if they learn from it or dwell on it.

Heh, sometimes fortune cookies are pretty deep.

I think I prefer to dwell on the future instead of the past. There are more opportunities to change the future (unless that crazy Dr. Hooves gets his famous 'time machine' working)

My past isn't really something that I like to think about. My memories are really fuzzy and it kinda hurts to try to remember, which is another reason why I have this journal.

I think my mom dropped me on my head when I was a baby. I don't know how anyone else's brain is supposed to work, but I don't think that memories are supposed to get this foggy this quickly.

Except when I'm embarrassing myself. THOSE memories are crystal clear.

I think I hate my head.

Maybe that's why I'm so dense and why I'll never get someone like her.

You know, I can remember the most random things (like how bananas are slightly radioactive) from like fifteen years ago, but all the important stuff just won't stick.

And don't even get me started on tests!

In school, I tried to study for tests, but if anyone so much as said "Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3!", I'd zone out. It's not my fault, I just couldn't help it!

Maybe that's why I'm so stupid. I never learned a thing in school because of my stupid brain, and now I can't even remember the good times I had with my friends.

I remember skipping school, but I don't remember what we did. It all gets super fuzzy after that.

It's frustrating.

Ehh, I've always been more of a doer than a thinker.