When I moved back to Marblehead in September, I looked through the pages and pages of typewritten stories, poems, and songs. I set them down neatly next to my shoebox of cassette tapes I've been recording since February. Resting on top of the shoebox was my journal where I wrote my New Year's resolutions for 2011. Number one was "Write every day." It was at that point where this ran across my head-
"The worst is always well documented."
It's true.
Every wretched detail of my life this year can be found somewhere in some form. With the little foresight I posses, I see it as an artistic accomplishment. At this moment, I find it painful.
I'm not going to listen to these tapes for a very long time.
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