I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

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I’m letting myself die, no one else sees it. I’m cutting all the ties, and nobody realizes. I’m screaming for salvation, they all refuse to answer the call. What’s going on in the madness, is life laughing now as it leans back? Of course it is.

Ay carumba am I embarrassing myself. Isn’t this just the ultimate in typical? I’m in pain and no one cares. [Insert baby crying noise here.]

Life’s not the only one laughing at you, pal.