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.

‘Tis off how I can see everyone’s future but my own. All have happiness, while I, am blank. Everyone has family, whie I have a void.

     Psychic - Insane - Vision

I really used to think I was able to see the future. Actually I just had deja vu a lot, and later in this journal I disprove my fortelling abilities. At this time, though, I just knew what all my friends were going to do with their lives. I never wrote it down, and can’t recall now what these things were so who knows if I guessed correctly or not. Since I didn’t have dreams about my own future, I assumed I didn’t have one.