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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For the longest time, I’ve been trying to figure out who I am. Now I realize how redundant I’ve been all along. I’ve known for a while who me is, I’ve just been ignoring myself. I know who I am. Reaction, Joy, Sadness, Impulse, a gut feeling from within that draws me towards all I do. I am me, and that’s all I could ever hope to be.

And if you’re not being yourself, who do you hope to meet? Other fakers just like you?