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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Now my mouth waters for a taste of love, Something I haven’t known for some time. Yearning, my skin crawls for a touch, It hasn’t felt for so long. “Give me a stare!” scream my eyes, “A warm whisper.” Plead my ears. Waiting, though, my heart knows, It will come in it’s time. Soon enough will I know the truth, Only found in the chaos of emotion.

Translation: There’s a ton of cute girls at college, and I want to be with them.