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.

It’s worse. I remember my first room in our house after my mom divorced my dad. The floor made weird noises. I started sleeping with my mom. Kept it up for a long time, longer than normal I think. Up through fourth grade on and off. You wonder if you’re strange all your life or if it just falls upon you. I don’t know.

Yeah, I pretty much slept with my sister or my mom every night for five years after my parents divorced. Neither of them ever told me to stop (at least not that I remember), I just did somewhere in 5th grade. When I was writing this entry, I thought this incident was to blame for my “strange” behavior. Now, it’s no big deal to me.