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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SUCH A MANY SPLENDORED THING IS LIFE.

it hurts to be here.

I want to be free and alone

I want to have and to hold

I want an answer.

Clever little back and forth here. Life is good - life sucks. I want freedom - I want a girlfriend.

I’m definitely spending too much time alone here, but probably because all my friends don’t want to deal with me.