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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I just want to meet everyone in the world, so then everyone would know who I was when they would talk about me.
     “You know, Jay?”
     “Oh yeah, I met him once.”

I liked the sentiment of wanting to know everyone in the beginning of this entry, but was disappointed to find it was only for the narcissistic reason of everyone in the world talking about you. Lame.