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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Were the world mine, I would have had to work to get it and probably would abuse it. Life is no different than it ever was; wrong.          We’re born carefree and brought to believe we can be that way. Then forced to slavery and drudgery. The world wants us free, I will strive to give it it’s wish.

Working is for suckers, huh? I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree