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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Life is so strange as we perceive it, it boggles and jumbles the brain sometimes. Where I once was can never be without retuning to the way things were. Never can it all be as it might have been.

Your life changes all the time, and that’s exactly how it should be. Otherwise it would be boring. Apparently, all these changes were catching up with me pretty fast at this time in my life and overwhelming me.