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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Sex is easy. I could buy, borrow, find and even steal sex. The right circumstances or even wrong ones, sex is there. Try and find me love. The person that gains love from sex lives a lie. The on who finds sex in love wins the greatest prize.

Though I still agree with this entry, I want to tear it apart knowing it was written by a virgin.