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.

If it were up to me, I’d like to dream all day as I did all night. If I could only shift from unreality to unreality endlessly with a piece of consciousness to guide me, I would be only too happy. There’s a lot to see in those nowheres, a lot to find in you own world.

I loved sleeping back then. I still love sleeping, but not like I used to like sleeping. I used to reeeeaaaalllly like sleeping, and dreaming. Dreaming and imagining is great, but not if it holds you back from acting in your own life. If you use your imagination to constantly fill in the gaps in your life, it won’t take long for regret to start piling up.