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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It was exiting just to know it would be completed in a way. I even heard the doubts in my mind telling me that no one would care or want. I heard them, but it didn’t stop me. I was doing it for me, and that was the most exciting part of all.

Sounds nice. What am I talking about?