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.

So glad you could call, an hour and a half here, mean more than you might know. Save my life and I might save yours. Bless you Sara, I truly do believe in angels, I believe I love you.

Sara called me? And we talked for an hour and a half?! REALLY! Wow, I don’t remember this at all. But that’s what I’ve gotta be saying here, right? Apparently this call saved me from suicide, too. Hmm, I wish I had been more specific in these writings. The facts would have been a lot more interesting than the poetry.