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 know life will never hand you exactly what you want, unless all you desire is nothing. I’m attacking life. Squeezing it’s throat until it delivers or dies before it does.

I should probably be analyzing if I did indeed begin attacking life or not in this entry, but instead I’m focused on me still using the improper form for its. Rather than the possessive form, I keep using the incorrect contraction. So I’m ‘Squeezing it is throat…’ It wasn’t until my first year of college that I learned the difference.