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.

I truly believe I’m in love.

Only love will make you cry, from the soul to the eye. It doesn’t have to be because your sad, if your in love, your excited, tense, glad. It’s just knowing and remembering love, that gives the heart a warm hug. Like and respect may make an eye go wet from dry. Only love will make you cry.

Anyone else feel like hugging a teddy bear?

Man, reading this makes me want to start a magazine where each page is a poem written by a teenager. The magazine would be called either Laugh-A-Lot or Chuck Full of Chuckles.