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’ve got this tension on the inside and I can feel it go out sometimes, but it doesn’t stay away for long. I’ve got this uptight feeling like everyone’s a stranger when everyone used to be my friend. I’ve got to remember that everyone is equal and that everyone is my friend. But more importantly, they are more scared of me than I am of them. Yeah, whatever.

Currently, I wonder if I’m scary or intimidating looking because people’s initial reaction to me generally seems to be somewhat filled with trepidation. People also seem to apologize to me a lot. Hmm, who knows?