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.

And I begin again. Realizing how foolish I was to think I could do without this, how much I lost by throwing my last part V away. I can do anything, but there are somethings that I cannot not do. Hopefully, I can get back to where I was with myself.

You did what? You threw out a partially completed journal? FUCK! Now I have no idea where I am in my life, or how much is missing. Damn, I am seriously disappointed in myself right now. Sounds like something I would have done back then, though. I often made rash decisions that involved me destroying my past. Serious bummer, man.