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.

Sometimes, I just have to be sad and let myself cry for no reason. Maybe I’m having too much fun or perhaps I’m seeing things I shouldn’t. Don’t know – just sad. Tired? Could be, but I’m not sleepy. I’m worn out. I can be sad tomorrow if I have to, but I won’t be shy or quiet. Goodnight Jay, get better – get happy. See you tomorrow.

In all honesty, I think I would have my little cry sessions at this time in my life simply from emotional overload. I was living way more than ever before, and probably just had to let that thrill out at the end of the day. It was emotionally exhausting, but in a good way.