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.

So many mixed feeling and mixed reactions. I don’t know what to think anymore. But I think I am losing her, because I am losing sight of her. At least the Magic 8-ball is on my side, even though I doubt myself. I don’t pray very often, for there isn’t much I expect of the world, but in this case, I do pray. I pray that destiny does not slip through my fingers again as I have felt it do before. I pray that Lacy loves me as much as I love her.

No. Fucking. Way. Lacy? That’s the girl you’ve been obsessing over lately? You’ve gotta be kidding me. I’m not saying she’s not nice, but seriously, you didn’t see how disastrous it would have been if you (we) had ended up with her. She was pretty pretentious, and carried her intelligence like a club. I’m pretty sure she weighed at least 50% more than you too. Man, you just blew my mind. I had no idea you (we) were that attracted to Lacy.