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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I don’t see things I used to and yet I’m seeing so much more than before. I don’t feel like I used to, just as much, but different. I’m smiling something I used to hide and this time I’m good with it.

Funny how having friends, fun and stuff to do will change you, right?