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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I wished to review my thoughts, so I read through them. I find I think of only two things. Death and Love. Who will find me first. Who will win?

SPOILER ALERT! It’s love.

PS - Nice work on calling yourself out on your own bullshit.