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.

Getting caught up in something that I don’t know. I don’t know why and I don’t know how to handle it properly. Not what you think. Again, not what you think. It’s just something that I haven’t felt for a while and it’s something strange like you wouldn’t believe, but oh, how I’ve missed it so. I’m glad it’s returned for once again there is a fear in my life to keep me going.

Well, I know it’s not drugs or alcohol. I’m guessing it’s some kind of psychic practice thing or astral projection that scared me at one time. I really can’t believe how weird I was.