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 took a while for it to come about, but destiny did have it’s day. In the year that I decided to do what I had to, I accomplished much, most of which I am just now realizing, Now I feel as if I did the right thing and I couldn’t be better off for having stayed. Follow your destiny when it calls, it’s all that you should listen to.

Within my first week, I was having a blast at college. I think I just picked the wrong school for me the first time. My second college was on a much smaller campus in a very isolated town, and for some reason this suited me. As I met people, and started to talk about why I was a year older than everyone and how I’d written for various things, I found that it actually impressed people. It boosted my confidence, and I made friends quickly. My plan of killing myself vanished instantly.