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 don’t know where I’m going and I end up very confused. So many thoughts rush through my head when I think, that I’d rather not think at all. I work very hard every day, but with no money gained, the world views my words as empty.

I still think too much - overthink things, really. I’m always analyzing minutae to the degree I drive myself nuts and then force myself to stop thinking about everything. These are the times that I’m happiest, but you have to be careful. Completely not analyzing your actions means you’re an asshole.