(Editor’s Note: Ran into a bit of a tech snafu, so we’re running an old post from one of our contributors, don’t worry, should be back on track tomorrow.)
I’m re-posting this word for word without (major) editing. I wrote this almost exactly three years ago. A part of me cringes as I read this, both for how much I agree and disagree with what I wrote, but mostly for how much I changed in the past three years. Frankly, I don’t know if I can ever be as emotionally frank in writing again, but here it is, in its entirety.
I’m writing this note on my iPhone at 2:33am on Feb. 15, 2010 on a half-inflated air mattress listening to the sound of New York City traffic passing idly by many stories below. Another Valentines Day has come and gone and for me, it’s just been a bit more of the same. I’m a very recent 23 and it’s been a while since I’ve written anything of substance (substance meaning anything that I have to think and invest in, and yes Facebook notes count) and I can’t fall asleep, it’s time to write.