Sarah Brown over at Que Sera Sera is compiling a list of cringeworthy journal entries for a book. I thought I’d post my journal entry 20 years ago today which sort of fits into this category.

January 8th 1987:
Trying to deal with reality really stinks. Tryone2 and I are finished. I couldn’t sleep at all last night. All I did was lay awake and think of the phone call yesterday from one of his friends who told me he had another girlfriend. It’s hard to accept but in time I’ll adjust.

What is cringeworthy about this entry is that weeks before and weeks after I obsess about this person. Yet after racking my brain, I have no memory of this Tyrone person. Granted it was 20 years ago, but still. I should at least remember something. Then again, we weren’t together in the biblical sense so I suppose that’s why I have no memory of him. Either way, this entry along with the others are just rather pathetic and sad.