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.

I don’t know what to believe anymore. I’ve gone to school and been taught not to drink by an alcoholic. I’ve been told the wonders of life by a cinic and I’ve become the hypocrite who damns the cinic. I don’t know what’s true. I just want to keep going and loving what is here. I just want to keep on enjoying what’s been given me in this life. Enjoy the life. I’m free, so free it boggles me. I’m in love with a girl I’ve never met. And it’s a great thing.

You also seem to be rambling a bit. Regarding the teacher thing; without fail, all the teachers I’ve met are crazy and/or heavy drinkers. I’m kinda crazy and a heavy drinker too, so maybe it’s a birds of a feather thing, but still…