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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Things get better. I helped a good friend feel at least a little better and that made me feel better. Another thing – I know I love her and I’m sure she loves me. Funny day today and I felt alive. It was warm. Things got better.

Well that’s good to hear after yesterday’s depressing entry. Who’s this girl that you love and loves you back? Why aren’t you asking her out? Details please!!