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.

If I think about it, I’ve been being myself for a long time. I’ve always been interested in monsters and magic, I remember reading as much as I could about vampires as I could all through 2nd grade. And I remember writing little stories as a child, even entering a poetry meeting and discussion in 6th grade.

It’s not until I think about it, that I come back as what I began as. It’s a good thing to be yourself and I’m glad I was able to find my primal interest once more.

It may be that I would be able to find examples for anything I was doing now. But as far as I remember, these thing were always my passion. I’ve come full circle, I guess. Peaceful happiness.

I don’t know about the peaceful happiness part, but the rest I agree with. I have always been a monster-loving nerd. Some things I forgot to mention in this entry:

In 1st grade I found our school’s library had an alarming shortage of books on aliens, so I requested more. I got my wish.

In 2nd grade, I saw an ad where you could order a book on black magic. I was desperately trying to convince my friends to pool our money to get the $4.95 so we could cast curses on all the girls that tried to kiss us.

In 3rd grade we spent a week working on a cross-stitch. Everyone else were doing blocky flowers and rainbows from patterns. I insisted on using a photocopier to create my own pattern of my favorite mythical beast - the griffin.

Truly, I could go on and on.