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.

When I think of going, I hesitate. I wait for the letter from the one. The future sometimes makes me so tired. Makes me want to lay down and die. The future sometimes makes me young. I wait for the letter from eyes so blue. Hesitation in love keeps me alive.

Guys, if you’re having trouble landing a girl you’re after, take a tip from the me of a decade and a half ago. Tell her that the only thing keeping you from ending it all is the thought of her one day falling in love with you. That’s hot.