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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Down to nothing but nothing,

          Time pass by slow,

     No fear for the future,

               Nowhere to go.

If I knew how to spell out that fart-like noise that you make when you stick out your tongue and blow, I’d write it here.