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 feel I’m just waiting to cry over something that I don’t know about, or maybe I do, but just not enough. I’ll cry someday when I finally can and it will be over and hopefully, I can be myself again. I love myself.

Don’t worry, man. Like I said before, you’re just a little bummed about your break up, and being an RA on a shitty floor doesn’t help either. Trust me, things are about to get a lot better.