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 bet the world gives us too much to worry about. If I didn’t spend all this time worrying, I suppose I’d have a lot more time to do things. I’m worrying over nothing, that’s what’s really strange.

-Deja Vu- I was telling “Beautiful Girl” about that guy in Mary Poppins who blew up from worrying, saying that I didn’t want to be that way. Cool.

Worrying is totally dumb, especially if you’re able to actively do something to aleviate that worry. Seems obvious, but it happens to a lot of people. Watch out.

I think I was getting the meaning of deja vu wrong. I think I meant I was having a premonition. I have no idea who Beautiful Girl is, and I don’t remember this incident ever happening.